Lost In Me, Found In You
by: Ivy Love
I’m so excited to share this with you! Here it is:
Two best friends who are finding themselves and struggling with their pasts, their presents and
making sure their futures get the happily-ever- after they’ve always wanted.
Isabella and Liz are best friends, each struggling, each with difficult decisions to make. One of them
is dealing with an abusive husband, while the other relives the horrors of her past.
Isabella has a quiet strength lingering beneath the surface, she just needs someone to release it.
Isabella’s best friend, Liz, is wild, happy and carefree. She’s suffered in the past and now she’s looking out for her.
Two best friends who support each other until the very end. The decisions they make will have the
power to impact now only their lives, but the lives of those around them.
Will they make it through their hearts in tact?
Will they get their happily-ever- after?
Or will they find themselves struggling to keep the life they know together?
“Hey honey.” I say, tentatively approaching the couch. I can smell his drink from five feet away and he’s been drinking for a couple of hours now.
“Yeah, what do you want?” he asks, looking me up and down. “And why are you dressed like that?”
“What do you mean, I thought I looked cute.” I stutter.
“You look like a fucking slut. What do you want? I’m watching television.”
“I just wanted to remind you that I’m going out tonight. Remember, I’m going out with Liz to go
to that club,” I say a bit softer.
“No, I don’t fucking remember. I would have remembered you telling me you’re going to a club.
So how about you explain it to me again?” he asks, sitting up a bit, placing his glass on the table beside him.
I take a deep breath and try to remain calm, “Liz is a part of a club and she invited me to come with
her tonight. There isn’t a membership fee or anything so I won’t have to pay and I’ll be going as
“What type of club is it?” he asks his voice growing louder.
“It’s a BDSM club,” I say in a wobbly voice.
“Let me get this straight.” He pauses. “You’re going out and asking my permission to fuck someone
else!” he screams, lunging from the couch and grabbing my arm.
“Ouch, you’re hurting me! We have had this argument already!” I gasp trying to pull my arm out
of his grip. “No, I’m not going there to have sex. I’m only going with Liz because she wants company
tonight. She doesn’t want to go alone because she’s hit her third month there. After you’ve been a
member for three months you’re able to choose if you want to enter into a sexual partnership with
someone. She’s nervous because she wants to move forward, but doesn’t trust her own judgment
anymore. I’m not going to do anything. I would never do anything. You’re my husband and I love
you more than anything, even when you’re being a total ass. You should know that by now.”
“Damn right, you would never do anything. I think you’re lying about telling me. I would have
remembered that shit, drunk or sober.” He snarls.
“Here’s the deal, you’re not going to let anyone fucking touch you, if you do I’ll know,” he growls
letting my arm go.
I rub my arm, knowing that by the end of the night, I’ll have another bruise to try and hide.
He looks me up and down, “Go have fun with your friend at your whore house, looking like the slut you are.”
“I am not a slut, nor am I dressed like a slut and it is not a whore house, who knows you might like what
happens when I come home.”
He laughs, “I haven’t touched you in months and you think that because you’re going to some club
that I’m going to want to touch you all of a sudden? You’re out of your fucking mind.”
I stand there my hands clenched at my side.
“Just get out of here.”
“Okay, have a good night, I love you,” I lean in to give him a kiss and he grabs my arms stopping me mid-way.
“Yeah have a good time, see you later,” he says, resuming his spot on the couch.
I live in the wonderful and naughty Sin City aka Las Vegas. I’m a paralegal by day and writer by
night. Plus, I make time to play and hang out with my four, yes, four dogs.
When I was in grade school, I was your classic nerd. I spent more time reading books “above my grade
level” and getting lost in them, than paying attention to the people around me. I loved the journey each book would take me on, I still do.
When I was thirteen I picked up a pencil and wrote my first hundred-page story. It was then I fell in love with writing. That moment I realized that I could not only lose myself in books, but in my own words.
I currently have several works in progress, but I’ve only recently begun to share my writing. Thanks to some serious encouragement from some amazing authors and friends, I’m taking the leap. So far, I’ve loved every step of my journey.
Whether you end up liking my work or not, I appreciate that you took the time to check out my work.
Cutting Through The Darkness
This book does touch on some sensitive subjects, such as abuse and rape, and may contain triggers for some people. It is not meant for readers age 17 and under.
I am broken.
I am trapped in a sea of darkness with no way out.
I found him when I was at my worst, wondering if life was worth living.
He is everything I am afraid of.
Tall handsome, strong.
He tries to piece me together and me whole again.
But, I’m too broken, too lost.
I want to live, but fear consumes me.
There is a darkness that lingers no matter what I do.
Kat has been through hell and back. This is her story as she tries to break through the darkness.
“Ivy delves into Kat’s mind and describes her thoughts, feelings and pain in such a way you find yourself turning the pages and hoping that this young, dark soul finds her way back to the light.” ~Goodreads Reviewer
“Ivy Love has written a book that is Emotional, Raw, Heartwarming , Heartbreaking and A Book that will have you reaching for the tissues without a doubt.” ~Goodreads Reviewer
“I never understood why people would cut themselves on purpose. This book explained the thought process behind cutting. I actually can understand why cutting would appeal to certain people. This book was worth reading just for that fact alone.” ~Goodreads Reviewer
“This is a story you will need tissues and tequila for.” ~Have You Heard? Book Blog
Amazon Author Page: http://goo.gl/RV0yAL
Author: Ivy Love
Editors: Ivy Love & Tiffany Landers
Cover Model: Tanna Ackerson
Cover Designer: Claudia Bost with CWB Promotions
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