To my fellow authors, Kate SeRine and Amanda Flower, who always have kind words, and even kinder souls, thank you. I treasure our friendship now and always.
To the bloggers and the fans who have stood by me, you’re the reason I bleed my soul into every story. Thank you for your loyalty and your wonderful shout-outs. You’ll never know the extent of my gratitude.
To those who can relate to Finn or Sol, don’t be afraid to find your happiness. You need and deserve it. Take the first steps toward healing and enjoy life to the fullest.
For more information, contact RAINN, the Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network (www.rainn.org).
Or
SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration)
http://www.samhsa.gov/find-help/national-helpline
By Cecy Robson
The Shattered Past Series
Once Perfect
Once Loved
Once Pure
The O’Brien Family Novels
Once Kissed
Let Me
Crave Me (coming soon)
Feel Me (coming soon)
The Carolina Beach Novels
Inseverable (coming soon)
Eternal (coming soon)
Infinite (coming soon)
The Weird Girls
A Curse Awakened (novella)
The Weird Girls (novella)
Sealed with a Curse
A Cursed Embrace
Of Flame and Promise
A Cursed Moon (novella)
Cursed by Destiny
A Cursed Bloodline
A Curse Unbroken
Of Flame and Light (coming soon)
Photo by Kate Gledhill of Kate Gledhill Photography
CECY ROBSON is a new adult and contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels and upcoming Carolina Beach novels, as well as the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated RITA? finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories..
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This book contains excerpts from Feel Me and Crave Me the forthcoming books in the O’Brien Family novels by Cecy Robson in addition to Inseverable, the first book in her Carolina Beach novels. The excerpts have been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming novels
READ ON FOR AN EXCERPT FROM
Feel Me
An O’Brien Family Novel
by Cecy Robson
CHAPTER 1
Melissa
I stare at the nameplate perched on my father’s desk: District Attorney Miles Fenske. It proclaims his position, allowing those who read it a glimpse of what he’s accomplished. Yet it’s only a glimpse. It’s not a true representation of all he is, or all he means to me. The nameplate is cheap, unlike the generous soul who stares back at me with the same loving expression he’s held since the first moment I saw him.
What are you thinking, Melissa? He signs to me, moving his hands in beautifully fluid motions.
We’re alone in his office. He doesn’t need to sign to keep our conversation private. He could whisper, and I would still be able to read his lips. But he knows I’m more comfortable communicating with my hands, probably because American Sign Language is one of the many things we learned together. As a child I considered it our very own secret language, something he and I could share away from the hearing world.
That you’re making a mistake, I sign back.
My comment earns me a smile, but I can see his concern, despite the crinkles around his eyes that deepen when he grins. “You’re going to have to trust me,” he says aloud.
I let out a breath. He knows I trust him. How could I not?
I was brought to the Lehigh Valley District Attorney’s office when I was about six years old, after my biological mother had attempted to sell me in exchange for drugs. My mother probably thought it was a brilliant plan. Being born with profound hearing loss, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t communicate, and couldn’t understand. Which meant, I couldn’t tell anyone what was about to take place.
My primal instincts ordered me to run, that I was in danger, so I did―thank God I did. I kicked and fought, dodging the hands trying to grab me, and scurrying out of my window.
To this day, I remember the way the cold metal grating of the fire escape felt against my bare feet, and the way my mouth struggled to form what I thought were words as I banged on my elderly neighbor’s window. Miss Lena, the lady with too many cats and twice as many grandchildren, yanked me into her apartment when she saw me. She called the police, but by the time they arrived, my mother was gone. I never saw her again.