his face hardens with repressed anger but it’s what’s in his eyes that stops my heart.
Pure and unadulterated fear.
The hairs at the back of my neck rise up on end. That dread I felt before? It comes back with a rush, slamming into me like a freight train.
“FUCK!” Liam bellows and I… I almost drop to my knees in shock and pain as my vision blurs, shrinks and dims at the edges until I feel like passing out.
Mia…
She lies there in what looks like a dimly lit room, completely naked, bruises on her face, a dead stare in her eyes that twists my gut and will stay tattooed on my eyelids for the rest of my fucking life. And in the background, sits Sean Matthews, sitting beside her, also naked.
Jesus.
There’s a text as well.
Matthews: You sold her off just so you could avoid paying for your sins in jail? But, she’s delicious though. Thanks Fitz!
HOLY FUCK!
To Be Continued in
Holy shit!
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We’re at the part where I start rambling. Not this time though. It’s pretty clear who I want to acknowledge and love on; my readers!! My Spitfires. My tribe! My village! My posse! Whew, you get it, I mean you, the one reading this, the one who went through all of that and is reading this now! YOU!
I love you guys so much. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for encouraging me. Thank you for picking up this book and giving this girl a chance to do what she loves to do (no idea why I’m referring to myself in third person) Thank you for making it incredibly worthwhile to write stories that I not only love, but that you enjoy as well. You and only you are the reason I do what I do, no one else. It’s a whole thing between you and me, we’re in this!
To the Baddest Queens in the game. You’re unmatched. You’re incredible. You’re amazing! Thank you for ALL you do! I adore you.
To the people behind the making, the polishing and the delivering of this book, people who tolerate and find a way to accommodate my insanity without too much judgement, especially Christina S, thank you for not yet shouting from a rooftop that you quit. I see you.
To the amazing PR teams, the bloggers, the bookstagrammers that do their thing so flawlessly and elegantly, thank you for spreading the word about this book.
To the friends made through this journey, thank you for checking in and loving on me.
Spitfire ‘til I die. Bye.
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God Bless y’all,
Thandie xx
Books by Thandie Mpofu
Westbrook Blues Series:
Reckless Hate, #1
Vicious Hate, #2
Broken Hate #3
PR—A Westbrook Blues Novel (TBA)
PA—a Westbrook Blues Novel (TBA)
Incongruity Series:
A Billion Dollar Plan
A Billion Broken Pieces
Billion Dollar Hearts
It’s Just High School series:
Devious Kisses
Cruel Kisses
UNTITLED (pre-order now)
Anti-Love
Mean Notes
Fake Feelings
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Before you leave, check out the Prologue of Reckless Hate. Please be warned, the following material is dark and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18+ as content may trigger some readers. Reckless Hate is a dark high school bully romance and is book one in the Westbrook Blues series. Please, DO NOT take this TRIGGER WARNING lightly!
Four years ago. . .
Dread fills my bones. Fear attacks me and grips me by my throat. I can’t breathe. My vision is hazy, but then again, maybe, it’s because I’m drunk, but I remember specifically choosing cola and not touching any alcohol, not even the wine coolers Brittney brought to the party. But either way, I can’t see clearly.
“Please.”
Tears start falling down my cheeks like a torrent of rushing water and my voice is shaky, hoarse and so damn small. I know even if I do scream, no one would hear me. There is no one currently in the house apart from myself and this, this. . .stranger. The next house is at least half a mile over. Stupid estates and their damn huge mansions.
“Please leave me alone,” I cry out, backing away and into a corner. Heavy breathing greets me and then the smell