Born and raised in Brooklyn, with sleeve tattoos, ripped muscle and a
cold-hearted stare, I am who I am. The bad boy she knew to stay away
from.
I knew we were never supposed to last. But the way her lips
tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands… I couldn’t let go. I did
everything I could to keep her.
I put on a ring on her finger and straightened out my life. All
for her.
I should’ve known better.
One mistake tore us apart and I don’t know what I can do to salvage
what we once had.
I knew it wasn’t supposed to last, but if I could make her stay with me
once... I can do it again.
Watch me. I love my sweetheart; I’m not losing her again.
Like the previous book, Scarred
is perfectly named because all that damage you got in Damaged well it has now left you scarred. Evan and Kat are going to
take you on a drama filled ride and this book whore LOVED it. I like these types of books, something just
draws me in and hooks me. The emotions
that are drawn from you, the intensity between the characters just takes it to
a whole new level and when a marriage is on the line you need that
intensity. Make sure you have read Damaged before starting Scarred.
This book could easily be spoiled and that is what I want to avoid so I
am making this review short and sweet. I
am just going to say that Winter Willows has proven once again why she is an
author I will continue to read without hesitation.
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Evan
Damn me for what I’ve done,
Hate me for the lie.
Let the web weave and thread,
But don’t let what we have die.
I know it in my blood,
She’s mine to keep and hold.
I’ll stop fighting only once,
When I’m dead and cold.
The piles of dirt are getting larger. The metal shovels
pierce the frozen soil. The sound cuts through my bones, one and then another
and another.
It’s been constant as I stand here, helpless. I’ve never
been colder, the wind and bitter snow beseiging my body, but I still don’t
move.
I can’t take my eyes from the two graves.
The shovels spill the dirt, the piles mounting as my eyes
drift to the tombstones.
The first my father, a man who died before his time. A death
of tragedy.
And then to my wife’s. My love’s. Gone before her time. No
one believes me. He put her there. James killed her.
My eyes pop open wide when I hear Kat whisper, “It’s all
your fault.”
I wake up breathless, my heart pounding and I swear I can
feel Kat’s hot breath on my neck even though I’m alone. My eyes dart around the
room as I slowly lift my body into a sitting position on the bed.
Just a terror. The same as last night.
I’m quick to grab the video monitor for the security system
from the nightstand and flick the button on to bring it to life. I had it
installed after the break-in.
It’s only when I see Kat in our bed, that my heart starts to
calm, and my heated skin seems to succumb to the chill of reality.
She’s okay.
I close my eyes and when I open them, it’s an image of her
rolling over in bed. To my side. My fingers brush the glass where she is. I’ll
be there soon. I’ll be with her and it’ll all be over. I won’t let her down.

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Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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