Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Cover Reveal: Pulled Within by Marni Mann

Title: Pulled Within (Bar Harbor Series #2)
Author: Marni Mann
Genre: New Adult
Publisher: Booktrope (http://booktrope.com/)
Release Date: September 12, 2014

What happens when the one person who is supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from pain is actually the source of your scars?

Everything changed for Rae Ryan when Drew Stevens arrived in Bar Harbor. Saint, the man she really cared for, no longer wants anything to do with her and their rift ends up costing her job. With her best friend, Brady, dealing with his own darkness, Rae finds herself completely alone.

Her world shifts further after a chance encounter with Hart, her first love who’s recently returned to town. Despite the agonizing ache she felt when he left her behind, the memories of their time together remind her of the lighter days. A time before she had her scars. But she’s not that carefree girl anymore--she’s hardened, damaged. She’s pulled within.

Just as Rae starts to open her heart and let her emotions untangle and heal, she spots that terrifyingly familiar, rusty old pickup at the local tavern. Her nightmare from the past has returned--and she couldn’t be in a more vulnerable place to feel the pain he was capable of inflicting…

Recommended for mature audiences due to explicit language, sexual abuse, disturbing situations, and drug use.


I pushed off the couch, trying to stand up, but he stopped me just as I rose from the cushion and pulled me back down. With his fingers now wrapped around my hand, he guided me to him. Our faces were aligned, only inches from each other.
“Beg me,” he repeated.
Whatever air he breathed out, I sucked into my mouth and swallowed like smoke. I was melting beside him, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Beg…” His voice was soft and deep and so demanding. It triggered the wetness between my legs. My stomach jittered.
I pressed my fingers onto his lips, tracing their outline. I wanted to feel his unmarred skin, to be reminded of its texture. His thick, coarse stubble pricked my flesh. I covered both sides, wandering down to his chin and over his jaw.
He was demanding me to beg for his mouth, and my submission would confirm his control. But there was no way I was going to bend so easily. I was going to give him the best part of me…the part that hadn’t been broken or abused. The part that wasn’t scarred.
And for that, I needed to take my time.

About Marni Mann:

A New Englander at heart, Marni Mann, now a Floridian is inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. She taps a mainstream appeal and shakes worldwide taboos, taking her readers on a dark and breathtaking journey. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, she’s scouring for chocolate, traveling, reading, or walking her four-legged children.

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