The Rumble and the Glory (SACRED TRINITY #1) by JA Huss EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: JA Huss
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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LOWYN
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The worst thing about depravity isn’t the threat of hell, it’s the
hangover.
My head is poundin’ as I lie in bed for just one more second. My
eyes are crusted over and opening them up is gonna be a process. So I just
stay still, letting my mind remain blank for a few more seconds. Maybe I’ll
even fall back asleep.
It’s not like I have to work today. For me, this day right here is a
holiday. A sacred day.
Well, maybe sacred is a tick too far, but at the very least the Day After is
always a quiet day for me. A time to reflect on my mama and how much I
miss her.
That’s what last night was about.
I don’t make a habit of getting drunk. In fact, I do it exactly once a year.
So this headache of mine, though annoying, isn’t familiar enough to be
distressing.
Besides, this bed is warm, and the covers feel good, so I let out a small
sigh, enjoying the little bit of time I have left here in the in-between, before
life starts back up again.
In the same moment that my sigh is leaving my body, there’s another
sigh behind me.
My eyelids fly open and all the little crusties that should’ve been
massaged slowly with gentle fingertips just split apart without a bit of
fanfare.
The first thing I see is the sexy face of young Jim Morrison in black and
white staring out at me with a rock-god expression like he’s about to take
over the world. And while I study that sexy face a very heavy, very strong
arm glides over my waist and pulls me close.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, sir, this is not happening. I did not bring the one-night stand
home with me last night. I did not! Immediately my mind is racing, trying
to put all the pieces of what happened back into some kind of coherent
order.
Woke up, went to work, blah, blah, blah. Bryn and I had lunch and, of
course, she tried to talk me out of what came next—which was my annual
‘get drunk day,’ in honor of our mama, of course.
See, our mama died when I was nineteen and Bryn was seventeen and
yesterday was Mama’s birthday. Some people remember lost loved ones on
‘the day,’ as in the death day. But not me. That day can go to hell. That day
sucked.
But Mama’s birthday was always a happy time for us. It was a day when
Bryn and I would take care of her instead of her taking care of us. And she
would let us do that. She would let us make her meals that day, and do her
laundry, and pick out her clothes, and bake her a cake.
If it was a school day, we got the day off because we would go into
work for Mama.
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