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Title: Freed by Him
Series: Fighting Free Series
Author: GL Chapple
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Suspense
Release date: November 19th 2015

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He hurt me
He broke me
He almost destroyed me
Nobody was ever going to do that to me again. I learnt to fight back. I made myself tougher, harder, stronger. I didn’t want or need anyone.
Until Nate Masters.
Until he made me feel, want and need
Then my carefully constructed world began falling apart around me. Secrets shattering my faith in those closest to me and with the nightmare from my past pushing its way back into my present, I don’t know how much strength I have left to fight with…
Could I trust him? Give someone the power to hurt me again? He’s determined to break me free from behind my walls of self preservation
I’m just not sure I’m ready or willing to be Freed by Him….

***Due to possible ‘triggers’ and adult nature of this book it is not intended for those under 18.

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“I’m capable of taking care of myself, you know!”
He smirked at me looking amused. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen you in action so that’s not up for debate, but no fucker is gonna put his hands on you like that when I’m around.”
I lifted my chin at him in defiance. “What’s it gotta do with you?” I sounded like a petulant teenager, but he just grinned at me, his arrogance riling me up further. “We’ll see”
He pushed me back toward the table before addressing Christian and Maddie, “I’m gonna take her home.” He indicated at me with a jerk of his head and I exploded, my temper finally getting its release after the arsehole on the dancefloor.
“Excuse me! I’m right here! I’ll go home when I damn well please, not when you say, who the bloody hell do you think you are!” He grinned at me and rolled his eyes, infuriating me almost to the point of combustion.
Maddie pulled herself upright into a sitting position, trying to extricate herself from Christian’s grasp. “We’re going now too. C’mon Lee I’ll come as well” Maddie tried to pacify me but Nate shook his head.
“You guys stay, or go together. Whatever,” He shrugged. “I’m taking Lena”
Maddie’s eyes flicked to me uncertainly as I looked at him stunned, trying to think of a response more eloquent than “Fuck off!”
Maddie started to speak, but Christian whispered in her ear just as Nate cut her off. “It’s not a request. I’ll have her text you”
His playfulness from earlier had been replaced by a cool confident authority. I gaped at him as he spoke to her. As he turned back to me I met him with a face like thunder, which caused a huge grin to break across his face again.
I glanced back at Maddie for help, expecting her to be outraged at Nate’s behaviour but she was smirking at me, looking somewhat impressed with him. Trust her to be taken in with the caveman behaviour.
I felt like stamping my foot and shouting. This is not how I was used to being treated. This was not how I allowed myself to be treated. I was a grown woman of nearly 25; I did what I wanted when I wanted. I was practically running a company for God’s sake.
As if sensing my newfound resolve Nate cocked an eyebrow at me a small smile playing on his lips as he leaned in “Don’t make me throw you over my shoulders Princess. There are a number of ways you can make your exit but you should know every one of them involves me” He winked at me looking relaxed, an arrogant smirk on his face. I scowled back but allowed him to lead me from the bar.
The cold night air hit me and I realised how unsteady on my feet I felt.
He was beside me in an instant. “If I’d have known I’d be taking you home I’d have brought a jacket” He said with a smile as he gently rubbed my arms before wrapping his own around me in a warm embrace.
I stood tucked inside his arms, my back pressed close to his chest while we waited for a taxi. “If I’d known you’d be taking me home I’d have stayed in,” I quipped back and he laughed, a deep rumbling sound that had me grinning in spite of myself.

I’m currently a SAHM to two little ones. I live in Wales in the UK and spend a huge amount of time at the beach, despite our climate…
I don’t drink any hot drinks despite trying my best to make myself like coffee! I love reading – obviously, writing and music, and hot sunny days which we never get enough of!
I’ve dreamed of writing my whole life and would often pen short stories as a child. Unfortunately, life took over and reading and writing were forced to take a back seat for the last few years. Until my husband bought me a kindle last Christmas, and well, suddenly everything changed…

He’s infuriating on purpose.

She’s too irresistible when she hates him.

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The first step in solving a problem is recognizing there’s one to begin with. Here’s mine. My new roommate is a conceited, womanizing jerk. He pushes my buttons and drives me so crazy I want to strangle him daily.

There’s a million reasons why I should stay far away from him, the most obvious of which being that I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns.

Except that I don’t hate him.

I sometimes wonder if this back-and-forth between us is all just pretend. All part of a diversion, a line of defense against the heat we generate whenever we are near each other.

It’s a reckless game we’re playing, treading the edge of an attraction so intense it might as well be a grenade.

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Giles

I eat slowly, my ears focusing on any noises coming from down the hall.

Julia’s door creaks open. Past the frame of the archway, I catch sight of her as she walks into her bathroom with a towel in hand. Her hair’s in disarray and she’s dressed in her typical morning attire, a t-shirt and tiny, wrinkled pajama shorts.

She disappears behind the door with an unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place. The shower cuts on and I enjoy images of her naked body in my mind’s eye as I eat my breakfast. The grogginess of sleep lifts as I wait, replaced by the energy of anticipation. It takes a while, but when the sounds of water running cut off, I stop eating and look up.

A squeak of the curtain moving against the rod. Silence follows for a few minutes as I wait, patiently. Finally, a shrill scream rips through the house.

Julia barges out of the bathroom, footsteps trampling the wooden floors. First, she storms past the kitchen entrance, apparently headed to my room, before doubling back when she realizes where I’m sitting. She’s got one arm wrapped around her chest, securing the towel wrapped around her. In her other hand, she’s clutching her deodorant, holding it up in the air between us. For a moment, she just stares at me, face flushed, looking too angry to speak.

“What did you do to my deodorant?” she demands, in a low, controlled voice.

She’s holding her left arm up at a weird angle, trying to keep it from rubbing on her sides. Even from a distance, it would be clear that the thick white substance smeared there isn’t deodorant.

“Huh?” I fix an innocent expression on my face, aware of the spoon of cereal halfway to my mouth.

She brings the bottle up to her nose and takes in a whiff of the disfigured stick of white. “Is this…oh my God. Is this cream cheese?”

I pull my head back. “That’s disgusting, Julia,” I say. “Why are you using dairy as deodorant?”

Her mouth presses into a tight line and she takes in a deep breath that hollows out the base of her throat. There are beams flying out of her eyes and not knowing what she’s going to do next sends a thrill through me.

She points the deodorant at me like it’s a weapon, and I think for a second she’s going to hurl it in my direction. I prepare to dodge a blow, but instead, she says, with eerie calmness, “Two can play at this game, Giles. Consider this war.”

She still doesn’t realize she started this, a prank war with a prank war master.

I hold up the confused, innocent facade until she turns around again and storms back toward the bathroom. Then a smirk tugs at my lips.

If she really wants me to quit messing with her, she should stop being so damn hot when she’s angry.

Veronica Larsen is a contemporary romance novelist who aims to write layered characters and compelling story-lines. Her romance novels are equal parts angst-driven and steamy. They tend to feature strong, but flawed female leads who keep their male counterparts on their toes. Veronica has a thirst for understanding the inner workings of character’s minds, a curiosity propelled by her degree in psychology. She’s an avid reader of all genres, coffee addict, and an unapologetic Potterhead.

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