Heartbreakingly
beautiful and completely engrossing, A young woman's life takes a disturbing
and utterly fascinating turn as the past she's put behind comes back to haunt
her. USED is packed full of twists,
turns, and a gripping romance sure to leave readers emotionally spent and
asking for more.
USED, a brand new standalone romantic suspense from debut
author Kate Dunbar is OUT NOW! Grab your
copy today!
“USED was amazing.
Like seriously amazing.
I can't remember the last time I hated to put a book down so I could go to
sleep and then immediately pick it up to finish it the next morning. And yet,
here we are and that's what I did.” ~ Samantha Chase, New York
Times Bestselling Author
“Rarely
have I read a book so vividly described, so
rich with emotion, that I felt like I lived it. USED
is the kind of book that engages your heart and takes you on a journey that
leaves you hopeful and empowered by the end.” ~ Erika Kelly, Award Winning Author
of the Rock Star Romance Series
Photography
by K Keeton Designs
Cover Design by Uplifting Author Services
Model: Cameo Hopper
About USED
At the
age of seventeen, after a decade of lies, hurt, and severe abuse by her brother
Lucas, Sabra Valentine is able to breathe.
Lucas is behind bars thanks in large part to
Sabra's quick thinking and self-preservation-even if that's one more secret she
has to keep.
Now, seven years later, life is moving forward,
and Sabra is starting to heal, live, and love again with her friends and Trevor
Collins by her side. He's tall, dark, and sexy, and he doesn't fall for Sabra's
games. The future is finally looking bright-until one phone call shatters
everything.
Used is a romantic suspense with domestic
thriller elements. Please be aware that there are topics that may be triggers
for some readers, and this work is meant for mature readers.
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“Heartbreakingly
beautiful. This book isn’t about angst and pain. It’s about a fighter-a
survivor-that we all attain to be. The story tears you apart in the best
ways and builds you back up in the most beautiful.” ~ Nichole
Chase, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
“Used is a raw,
heart-wrenching story of surviving trauma, but it's also so much more. It's a romantic,
emotionally gratifying tale of unflinching, all-in love. I couldn't
turn the pages fast enough.” ~ Brenda Rothert, Author
“So, that’s rule
one. What do you think?”
I shake my head
and snap out of my reverie. “What?” I inch my way toward him and place my hand
on his thigh. “I’m sorry. I got distracted. Tell me again.” Trevor’s jaw
tightens. His eyes shift toward my hand.
“You got
distracted? I’m telling you the rules to our relationship, and you got
distracted? How is that even possible?”
“I started
thinking about last night and your lips on me. And that made me start thinking
about your lips on me again. And that made me think about your hands on me. And
that made me think about everything else on me.” Trevor stares at me
with his mouth hanging open.
“I swear, you
never cease to surprise me, Sabra.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward his
chest. After a few moments, he uses his finger to gently lift my chin and brush
his lips over mine. “Screw the rules. We’ll just wing it.” I smell his minty
breath as he moves down my jaw with those magical lips and across my
collarbone. Trevor’s fingers grasp the edge of my shirt. All I can think about
is that same breath and those same lips scorching my skin again.
I’m losing myself
in his touch. His kisses. The sweet words he’s whispering into my ear. I’m lost
in him. And then my phone rings, blasting through the room. Shaking us out of
the moment. Trevor pulls back to look over his shoulder at the intruder.
You have got to
be kidding me. How is it possible the entire world seems to be calling me this
early?
I glance at the
phone sitting on the coffee table beside us and realize I don’t recognize the
number. “I’m sorry. I have to answer this.” Trevor grabs my hand and settles it
on his lap. I can feel how much he doesn’t want me to answer it.
“Are you sure it
can’t wait, Say?” He smiles his crooked grin and cocks his head to the side.
“Can’t they leave a voicemail, and you call them back?”
“It could be my
agent. I had that audition yesterday. I just need a second.”
“Fine. I’ll go
get a donut hole.” He grins and stands. “And then I’m coming back for yours.”
“Ew, gross.” I
snatch my phone and slide my finger across the screen, rolling my eyes at him
as he walks into the kitchen laughing. “Hello?”
“Hello, Sabra.
How are you, sis?”
*****
No. No.
Nooooo…NO. This can’t be happening. I yank the phone away from my ear and stare
at it. Absolutely not. The air feels thin. My lungs feel like they’re about to
burst.
“Sabra? What is
it?” Trevor stares at me with this look on his face, like he thinks I’m crazy.
Did I say that
out loud?
I hit the end
button and get up, pacing from one side of my extremely small living room to
the other. This is a nightmare. No. It has to be a wrong number. He’s in
prison. There’s a chant happening in my head.
He’s in prison.
He’s in prison. He’s in prison.
“Sabra.” I flinch
as Trevor touches my arm and instinctively move away.
“Don’t touch me.”
The hurt in his eyes is obvious. So deep. I might as well have slapped him. And
I don’t care. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” I growl it at him.
He’s in prison.
He’s in prison. He’s in prison.
“Sabra, what the
hell is going on? What happened?” Trevor paces a step away and turns to look at
me. “Who was that?”
“No one. A wrong
number. No one at all.”
But I know it
wasn’t. He’ll call back. Come back for more. He always comes back for more.
Dammit. How is he coming back for more?
He’s in prison.
He’s in prison.
I feel Trevor’s heat
before I realize he’s next to me. “I don’t believe that. It was someone.” He
grabs me by the upper arms and shifts me back against the wall. “You’re shaking
and white as a sheet. What’s going on? Who the hell was that?”
I’m shaking?
He’s in prison.
He’s in prison.
Wait. My mom
called…
And I realize why
she was calling so early. Dammit. Everything clicks into place. Tremors course
through my body. I can’t control them. The chant changes in my head.
He’s out. He’s
out. Oh my god, he’s out. I. Can’t. Breathe.
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