Beautifully Damaged Boxset

The Beautifully Damaged Series Boxset 1-3 J.A. Owenby Contents Beautifully Damaged Download your FREE Book! Prologue ~ Present Day Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Beautifully Broken Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Beautifully Shattered Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Ruthless Obsession Sample FREE BOOK Also by J.A. Owenby A note from the author: About the Author Trigger Warning Beautifully Shattered is recommended for readers 17+. Due to dark and mature content, graphic sex scenes, and sensitive topics, please consider this your trigger warning! Beautifully Damaged Beautifully Damaged Series Book One For Susan, Vicki, David, and Alida. I couldn’t do this without you. Download your FREE Book! SIGN UP FOR J.A. OWENBY’S NEWSLETTER and download your FREE book, Love & Sins. Stay up to date concerning exclusive bonus scenes, updates on upcoming releases, and more. https://authorjaowenby.com/newsletter/ Prologue ~ Present Day My lungs burned and fire licked up my chest as I held my breath, struggling not to open my mouth to gasp for air that was just out of my reach. Every crazy moment of my nineteen years played before me as I clawed at the powerful hands that held me under the murky water. Fear ripped through me as I stared into savage eyes. The tip of my nose broke through the surface, and I attempted to push my head upward. If I could only suck in a lifesaving ... Before I was able to complete the thought, I was shoved under again. How had I gotten here, suddenly fighting for my life? Holden’s beautiful smile flashed across my mind and fueled a flicker of optimism that I could survive. I had to. Holden had to know the truth. With an extra boost of adrenaline, I wedged my thumb between the two ligaments of my attacker’s wrist, then pushed into the soft flesh as hard as I could. This had to work. My energy was dwindling, and fast. Suddenly, my head popped up, and I gulped in much-needed air as I gazed into the twisted and depraved face of the monster that wanted me dead. Whack. A scream tore from my throat as the impact against my skull rendered me helpless. Stars danced in front of my eyes as I slipped from reality. If this was it, I had one thing to say to my captor before I left this screwed-up world. “Fuck ... you ...” The darkness beckoned to me, urging me to give in as she welcomed me into her arms. Chapter One Five months earlier The voices in my head whispered that I should end it all. There was no other choice. My heart and mind were in a constant push and pull, like the moon and ocean—a consistent dance between life and death. Once again, I’d struggled to claw my way out of hell, clinging to a tiny thread of hope that one day I would finally succeed. I flopped over in my bed, pulling the thin sheet under my chin and shuddering against the frigid air seeping through the cracks of my bedroom walls. The stupid mobile home was on its last leg, threatening to fall over on its disgruntled and weather-beaten side at any given moment. If a wind gusted through the trailer park and knocked my house over, I wondered if I’d survive, or if I would be trapped beneath it. If Dan, my sorry excuse for a guardian, died, I wouldn’t shed one single tear. Gently, I massaged my right bicep and peered at the blue-and-purple bruises that were forming. Yesterday, Dan had jerked my arm so hard it had nearly popped out of the socket. The piece of shit had staggered in through the front door, drunk and smelling like a skunk. It was bad enough when he drank, but when he lost himself in a fifth of whiskey and smoked weed, it was a recipe for disaster. Unfortunately, I was the one that caught the raw end of that deal. Mom didn’t have any actual family that she could count on, so she wrangled Dan into becoming my guardian if anything happened to her. Little did he know that Mom would disappear a few months after he signed all the legal documents. I was only three when Dan stepped in full time. Life with him had been decent at first, until around eight years ago. Once my body had decided to grow boobs and curves, Dan had attempted to hide his sideways glances but failed. It didn’t take me long to stop wearing tank tops and shorts around him. I hid my developing form the best I could in baggy jeans and sweatshirts, trying not to draw unwanted attention from him or anyone else. It hadn’t worked well. Dan was a