The Fight

by t. h. snyder

  He tastes like beer and Hank, I can’t get enough of him and I want so much more. He’s the man I want to try something with, him…only him.

  Ever so slightly pulling away from me, he traces the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. Licking at my lip, I gently caress the tip of his thumb with my tongue. The passion of this moment is overwhelming me and I can feel an aching sensation in my core as my panties become wetter by the second. My body desires his touch, my mind wants to hear that he wants me and my heart longs to be his.

  Leaning back down to me, he gently kisses my lips. No urgency, no need to rush anything. I just want him to take me as his. Biting down on his lower lip, I pause our kiss and lean my face away from his.

  “Please try, Hank, you can’t deny this,” I say breathlessly against his lips.

  “I want this Taryn, believe me I fucking want this.”

  “Then do it, Hank, I’m yours…only yours.”

  Pulling me away from the wall, we stand there in silence. He takes my hands in his, intertwining our fingers as he stares into my eyes. I can’t fathom the thoughts racing through his mind because mine are a scattered mess. My lips are swollen from our kiss, my heart beating through the leather material of my shirt and my entire being begging him to say yes.

  “If I told you yes, then what? How would I be able to face my brother and best friend knowing I took what they’ve always wanted?”

  “Hank, it’s my life, my choice and I’m choosing you.”

  I know I can’t make this decision easy for him, I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I were in his shoes. Maybe I’m being selfish, but right now I want him to take me home and make me his once and for all.

  “Try, Hank, please try,” I beg.

  Letting out a burst of air, he releases my hand from his and runs his fingers through his hair.

  “You’re going to wreck me, Taryn. Everything I’ve ever wanted and worked so hard for, it could all be gone in the blink of an eye because I’m willing to choose you.”

  Shaking my head, I don’t want him to lose everything because of me. I’ve already witnessed what has happened from me just being a mere distraction.

  “Choices in life suck and as much as I want you to want me, I won’t let you destroy your life because of me. I understand the situation I’ve put you in and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I fell in love with you, Hank.”

  He grabs for my face in between his large hands, looking closely into my eyes.

  “You love me? How can you say you love me when all I’ve ever done was try to hurt you?”

  “It’s easy to love you, Hank. You have drive; determination and you want what is best for those that you love. I’ve loved you long before I knew what love was. You broke my heart that day I saw you and Monica in the tool shed. I was young and stupid, but she had something I wanted. After that day, I swore I’d love you ‘til you came back to me…even if you were never mine to have.”

  “You are an incredible woman, Taryn Morris, I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to see it sooner.”

  “It’s never too late, Hank, I’m still here…waiting for you.”

  Silence fills the space between us. Not knowing what more to do or say, I lean my head against his chest.

  “Yes,” he says pulling my face forward, brushing his lips against mine.

  Confusion mixed with everything else going on through my head, I step away from him.

  “Yes?” I ask him.

  Nodding, he gives me a sexy smile.

  My heart feels full and I can’t believe what is happening. He’s saying yes, he wants to risk so much to try and make us work.

  “Come home with me, Taryn, right now.”

  “What? You want me to go home with you, to your place? I’m not arguing the point of why you want me there, but are you nuts. You do realize that Mike and Trenton live with you?”

  “Yes, Taryn, I’m fully aware of who lives with me. I want to take you there and make you mine once and for all.”

  Leading me back to the parking lot, I follow close behind him as he leads me to his truck.

  Oh my God, I can’t believe this is actually fucking happening.

  the Fight Playlist

  I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace

  Crazy B*tch – Buckcherry

  Not Meant To Be – Theory of a Deadman

  Swing Life Away – Rise Against

  Oh Love – Green Day

  Bully – Shinedown

  The Crazy Ones – Stellar Rivival

  Freak On A Leash – Korn

  Good Riddance – Green Day

  Lowlife – Theory of a Deadman

  45 –Shinedown

  Publishing Schedule

  Available Now

  The Touch Series

  Pierced Love

  Cursed Love

  Cursed Ecstasy

  Cursed Heart

  Cursed Fate

  Obsidian Desire

  the Fight

  Coming Soon

  Mended Love

  the Battle (Fight, #2)

  Cursed Soul (Cursed, #4)

  the Win (Fight, #3)

  Our Last Dance

  Torn to Shredz

  About the Author

  t. h.snyder is my pen name.

  I am a 35 year old single mother to two amazing kids.

  I became an avid reader in spring of 2012 and since have read over 300 books.

  My genre of interest ranges from Romance to thrilling Paranormal.

  This is more than just a hobby for me, it’s a passion to read the words of great authors and bring life to their stories with my reviews and character castings.

  I started writing my first novel in June of 2013 and I am anxious to see where this journey takes me!!

  You can continue to show your support by liking and following me on facebook, twitter, and goodreads.

  Copyright © 2014 by MJ Carnal

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, or incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, locations, or events is purely coincidental.

  The book is intended for mature audiences only.

  Cover Model: Joshua Sean McCann

  Cover Photographer: FuriousFotog

  Cover Designer: Cover Me, Darling

  Editor: Kellie Montgomery

  Dedication

  To Nathan, my “official song writer” for Liquid Regret. Your words inspire me.

  To my readers. THANK YOU will never be enough for taking this journey with me.

  Chapter 1

  I want so much to heal your pain, the wounds, the hurt, it’s all in vain. Regret is deep and stings like rain, like an open wound Without Novocain.” - Liquid Regret

  One year. Three hundred and sixty five agonizing days. It feels like a lifetime. Her emerald eyes haunt me. I dream about her on the nights I actually get to sleep. I’ve turned into a total pussy. Twelve months ago, I watched her walk away from me and did nothing to stop her. She was never mine to begin with but that hasn’t stopped me from obsessing over the next time I’ll see her. What the hell is wrong with me? Yep, total pussy.

  We’ve spent the last six months on a tour bus, hopping from city to city, hotel to hotel. I’ve searched for replacements but no one has come even remotely close. Being the lead singer of the hottest band in the US right now, I have my choice of women every night. I step off stage and there they are. It’s like a buffet that’s laid out just for me. All shapes, all sizes, I can take my pick. Each one of them offers me exactly what I want, exactly how I want it. The problem? No one can give me what I need. No one but her.

  “D Rey, come back to bed.”
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  Tonight’s replacement looks more like Mia. Her red hair is long and straight but her skin isn’t as soft. Her eyes aren’t as green. She stretches and smiles at me. I’ve got to get her out of here. She’s stayed longer than I usually allow them to and she’s got to go. The walls are starting to close in on me. What the fuck was her name? Michelle? No, that’s not right. Melissa? No. I’m an asshole.

  Don’t judge me. I’m a man. Being on stage is a huge high and there’s nothing better than losing myself inside a woman to bring me down from that. I don’t have the luxury of having a drink or popping a pill. Those days are long gone. I’ve been clean for fourteen years. Aside from the occasional aspirin, my body is chemical free and Mia Avery Lee is my only drug. Fucking her out of my system is the cure. It hasn’t worked yet. But, eventually it has to.

  A year ago, I helped my cousin propose to the love of his life. Ironically, she’d been my girlfriend first. She dumped me the second good ole Steve gave her the time of day. That’s a story I will gag through later. You should probably get to know me first.

  They say your past defines you. I call bullshit on that. I’ve spent the last ten years ensuring that mine doesn’t. I’ve lost my way lately but the last decade has seen living on the street, rolling in money and everything in between.

  “D Rey, baby. Let me make you feel good again.” Time’s up. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I don’t understand the whining. I don’t handle that well.

  “You need to go before my manager storms through this door and rips my dick off.” I’m pleading now but she isn’t moving. “We’re leaving for the West Coast in the morning and I need to get my shit together.”

  This woman is another mistake in a huge line of mistakes in my life. Let’s get all the judgment over at once, shall we? Where should I start? I had a fucked up childhood. My dad sucked and spent more time pummeling me than he did sleeping. I fell into the wrong crowd in high school and spent my time shooting up or looking for anything that would make me numb. My aunt and uncle saved me, got me clean, got the dealer off my back and loved me when I needed it most. Looking back, getting clean may have been the easy part. I was 16 and my hormones were everywhere. I thought with my dick. What kid in high school doesn’t? When a cheerleader gave me the time of day at a party, I jumped at it. A couple months later, she was at my doorstep with a pregnancy test that changed everything.

  I panicked. Can you blame me? Her parents were self-important and couldn’t stand to be embarrassed. She told them I had raped her. Who are you going to believe? Claire, the honor roll cheerleader or Damien, the recovering drug addict? I begged her to tell the truth and when she saw the beating my dad had given me that night, she admitted she’d lied. It was too late. The damage had been done. Dear ole dad said he was going to take things out on my mom. Hearing her crying that whole night was too much for me. He hadn’t laid a hand on her but the verbal abuse was enough to make me want to kill him. I thought the only way to save her was to disappear. So, that night, while the rest of the world was asleep, I packed the few things I owned and took off.

  I kept in touch with Claire and was able to sneak into the hospital and get a glimpse of my son the night he was born. If you think parenthood doesn’t have a profound impact on a teenager, think again. Suddenly, everything made sense. Xander Bennet changed everything. I learned some important lessons that night. The dick that had been labeled as my father wasn’t even worth pissing on had he been on fire. How anyone could hurt a child was something I would never understand. Claire became my family forever, whether I wanted that or not. And I learned how much I needed and missed my cousin and my insane group of friends.

  Still, going home wasn’t an option. My dad had gotten sick and he blamed the cancer on me and my mom. No way was I adding to that hell storm. I kept moving, finding shelter, food, whatever else I needed. I refused to give up. I met Griffin while I was living on the street. He was only a year older but his story was similar to mine. He let me sleep on his ripped up sofa in the shit smelling apartment he was able to afford. He and his girlfriend, Della, became my family. We bonded over music and Griff and I started to form what later became Liquid Regret. He’s known to the world as Harley. It’s a long story that involves the paparazzi and his motorcycle but that’s his story to tell. Della is now his wife. He’s a lucky son of a bitch. They inspire me to find that for myself. They’ve been married for two years but have loved each other since the beginning of time.

  I won’t deny that I’m the playboy of the group. I suck and I know it. But I need sex like I need to breathe. Sure, I traded one addiction for another but the only way I can get through this crazy life out here on the road is to find one thing that’s the same in every city. Without a doubt, that’s the women. So what if I find myself on the front of every gossip rag? I’ve been called a womanizer, a cheater, a playboy, you name it, they’ve said it. It’s not 100% true but it’s pretty fucking close. I’d trade it all for Mia but I don’t see that happening. The person my lifestyle hurts the most is Xander. I don’t get to see him anymore. Claire said I’d have to give up touring and women and settle down. It makes me a douche that I won’t do it but it’s the only way I can support my son and give him the financial security he deserves. Once I’m back in LA, shit will change. For now, he’s better off with his mom.

  See? I’m a fucked up mess. I have no one to blame but myself. Life happened so quickly, I didn’t know whether to hold on tight or jump off before my sanity was completely shot. I fought so hard for fame that when I got it, I didn’t know what to do with it. Our first big gig was the LA Music Awards and a tour as opening act for Ripping Pages. That lasted all of ten shows before our managers realized that the venues were selling out and we were their meal ticket. I’m not complaining. Liquid Regret is the hottest group in the US and being out on tour is everything I dreamed it would be. But somewhere in my dreams, I had imagined sleep and fast cars and so much money I could wipe my ass with it. I have the money, I just don’t have a minute to myself to spend it. What I don’t send to my son and the devil that won’t let me see him, I’m stashing in hopes of settling down in LA near my family.

  The Lee sisters were my ultimate undoing. I dated Lily for what amounted to less than a minute in the grand scheme of things. She was gorgeous and did things to my heart that no one else had. But, it wasn’t ever quite right. There was always something missing. Little did I know that missing piece was her sister, Mia. She’s fucking beautiful. Her skin smells good, her red hair reminds me of flames and I want to spend every second of my life worshiping her body.

  The second I saw her, I took the first deep breath I’d taken in years. They say that “the one” is supposed to take your breath away. That’s crap. Mia walked in, took one look at me and smiled. I was done. I felt calm, I felt centered, I felt whole. Being in her presence made me realize that I hadn’t been fully relaxed since I was a kid. The weight of the world shifted off my shoulders. She was it for me and I was too much of a pussy to realize how much that meant.

  Lily noticed right away. She’d taken me home to meet her family. Not because we were a serious item but because she didn’t want to travel cross country alone. I didn’t have anything else going on so I jumped at the chance to spend that time with her. I was a fill in for my cousin, Steve. I was ok with that. She was hot and I was horny. When she saw the way I looked at Mia, she busted my balls relentlessly about being too scared to make a move. She was right. I was on the brink of my first tour. I didn’t need anything serious if I was leaving. But I kissed her that trip and I felt it all the way to my toes.

  My second trip home with Lil was different. We tried the dating thing, both of us looking for someone to fill the void. She was smarter than I was and let me down easy. I rushed into her Georgia apartment hoping Mia would be there. She was. Her loser ex-boyfriend greeted me too. That didn’t stop me from tangling her hair around my fingers while I kissed her like a man on a mission. I spent the rest of that trip staring a
t her and following her around like a crazy stalker ready to kidnap my next victim. We had a couple great nights together. She was definitely too good for me and we kept things PG. But it was hard to walk out the last morning.

  I promised I would leave two tickets for her at every show on the East Coast. She hadn’t used any of them. I’d like to be a macho man and tell you that I didn’t give a shit. I’d be lying.

  “Shit.” The pounding at my door is one of two people. Either my dick of a father got through security or my manager is pissed. Marie. That’s it. I knew I’d figure it out. “Marie, get dressed.”

  Looking through the peep hole confirms what I already knew. It’s Joshua Seymour, kick ass manager and resident pain in my balls. It’s not entirely my fault that he’s pissed. In all fairness, I didn’t want to do the meet and great backstage. It’s also not my fault that Marie was more into me than her burly boyfriend. It was a case of bad timing. She jumped into my arms and stuck her tongue down my throat before I even knew what the hell was happening. I was simply trying to defend her honor when I laid his ass out for charging at me. Sure, those vultures with the zoom lenses got some shots of me being the hero. Sue me. OK, don’t. That’s probably what ole Josh is worried about. I wasn’t going to let him kick my ass in front of my fans.

  “Welcome. What brings you by this late at night?” Think my innocent act will work? Probably not, judging by the look on Mr. Seymour’s face. It certainly won’t work with the security detail he brought along.

  “You.” He points his finger right at Marie, who hasn’t made one attempt to remove herself from my bed. “Get your shit. Time to say goodbye.”

  “But..” Marie stutters as she searches the room for her other shoe.