Release Date: February 25, 2013
Cover Models: Alex Minsky and Britney Marie Flores
According to Webster’s Dictionary the definition of the word Broken is violently separated into parts. SHATTERED.
Yup, that pretty much sums me up. How do I handle things? I find my answers at the bottom of a bottle of Tequila and sleep with random men.
How did I get this way? Well, four years ago I made a decision that cost me the love of my life. I can’t undo what I did to drive Garrett out of my life. I haven’t seen or heard from him in four long years. But he still haunts me in my dreams or should I call them nightmares at this point? No matter how much booze I drink and how many men I sleep with, nothing fills the void. I feel like I am existing but I’m not really living.
I’m trying to get my life back on track. Well that was until. . . . Garrett walked back into my life. His reappearance threw me into another tailspin.
How do I put the pieces of our broken hearts back together? All before he walks out of my life again… this time for good. Or am I simply destined to just be Broken?
*I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review*
Broken kept me up late so I could finish it on one sitting!
Broken starts off with our heroine Leila just a hot ass mess, she’s still not over Garrett or the end of their relationship 4 years earlier so she copes with booze and sex and LOTS of it. She calls herself a slut but I just call her broken and self destructive. A chance meeting brings Leila and Garrett back together briefly, and it’s apparent the chemistry and feelings are still there. From that point on fate was working it’s magic in bringing these two back together which I LOVE! I love stories where the characters get a second chance to get it right. From the moment Leila and Garrett get back together again crank up your AC’s ladies because the sex between them with sex your undies on fire! For a first time writer Christa sure does know her way around the love scenes 😉
There was not one thing I didn’t like about Broken, I was in from page one…the characters were great and I enjoyed that all the angst between Leila and Garrett was in their past (which we experience thru flashbacks) I actually liked that there were no major bumps in their road to happiness; it was a nice change…don’t get me wrong I adore a good angsty book but sometimes I need a break and I want a great story low on the angst level.
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I was born and raised in Western Massachusetts and I’m a married mother of three who married her high school sweetheart, Frank. I don’t really have too many hobbies. I like to watch my kids play sports. I do photography on the side (weddings, families, babies etc). I’m Minion & Adam Levine obsessed. I enjoy listening to all different types of music, Maroon 5 & P!nk being some of my favorites.
Achievements — I was on the Top 20 Erotica as well in being on the Movers and Shakers List on Amazon with “Broken.”
I’m currently working on her second novel titled “Going the Distance” which will be released Fall 2013 as well as a third novel titled “Saved.”
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:COMING SOON FROM CHRISTA:
Jimmy came barging through the door. “Saint, you’re not going to fucking believe who is talking to Frankie right now?”
I stared at Jimmy with a blank look on my face. “Who’s Blaine Davis?”
“Only the richest guy this side of the tracks.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “So, what’s the big fuckin’ deal?”
“It’s a big fucking deal because he’s heard about you and your fight with ‘The Gladiator.’ Apparently, he wants to sponsor you or some shit. I was trying to listen in, but Frankie caught me and sent me away.”
“I don’t need any sponsors. I’m good.”
“Do you realize what a sponsor could do for you?”
“Yeah, I do. I also realize I’d need to answer to that sponsor. I already have to answer to Frankie. I don’t need someone else breathing down my neck.”
“Well, if his money won’t sway you, you should see the cute little honey he has with him. She’s a Gingah.”
“A Gingah. You know she has red hair,” he said touching his hair.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” I laughed.
“I wonder if her carpet matches her drapes,” Jimmy laughed raising his eyebrows.
“Dude, seriously. . . Are you twelve?”
“You gotta come see her. She’s a fuckin’ dime.”
Jimmy had actually sparked my interest at this point. He wasn’t one to check out other girls. He only had eyes for Stephannie.
“I’ll be out in one minute. Let me finish getting my gloves on.”
“Don’t take too long. I’d hate for you to miss out on this piece of ass.”
I highly doubt the girl standing in my gym was going to be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen before. I’ve had my share of hot chicks.
Once the gloves were on, I did a once over in the mirror, then headed out into the gym. I saw Frankie talking to some young guy who was probably around my age. He was dressed in a well tailored suit and some pansy ass shoes. I laughed to myself. What a jerk-off walking around in those shoes.
“Ahhhh! Gabriel, there you are. Come over here, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Frankie said cordially.
I jogged over. “What’s up Frankie?”
“Gabriel, this is Blaine Davis.”
I held out my hand to shake his then realized I had my gloves on. “Sorry, I’d shake your hand but. . .” I said looking down at my hands.
Truth was I didn’t want or need this guy in my life. I’d gotten by just fine before him, and I’ll get along just fine after him.
“Saint, it’s really great to finally meet you. I’ve been following you for some time now,” Blaine said enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah?” I replied, unphased.
“I can’t wait to see you kick the shit out of Gladiator.”
“Gladiator is going to be a tough opponent. My guess is it’ll go to a decision.”
“No way man. You’re going to TKO him within the first few rounds. I have money on it.”
This dude was raking on my nerves. He didn’t even know what the fuck he was talking about. Frankie was right I needed to get myself prepared for this fight. Gladiator was a phenomenal boxer, and I had my work cut out for me.
“Well, it was really nice to meet you, but I gotta go start training,” I said walking toward the ring.
“I’d really like to sit down and talk about sponsoring you,” Blaine said.
“Talk to Frankie and set it up. He knows my schedule.”
I had no intentions of keeping that meeting. I’d have Frankie schedule it and then have him cancel it.
“Blaine, are you almost done?” I heard a sweet, soft voice say from the corner of the room.
There she was…. This beautiful, petite red head who must have stood only five feet five inches, and that was with her wearing stiletto high heels. She was dressed as formally as Blaine was. The dress she was wearing probably cost a small fortune; though, it hugged her in all the right places. I’m sure my entire wardrobe didn’t cost as much. With her pale blue eyes, she looked me up and down, giving me a little smirk.
“How rude of me,” Blaine said. “Saint this is my girlfriend, Salem Harris. Salem this is Saint, the fighter I’ve been telling you about.”
“Blaine, come here! I want to show you something,” Frank shouted interrupting our introductions.
Salem and I stood in silence.
“Salem? That’s an intriguing name.” I smiled trying to break the awkward silence.
“I was named after my Great Grandmother,” she replied, completely uninterested.
“Well, it’s a unique and beautiful name.”
I caught her looking me up and down again. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” I winked at her.
Her smirk quickly changed to a sneer. “In your dreams,” she quietly said, rolling her eyes, but loud enough for me to hear her.
“Burn! Shot down by the Gingah,” Jimmy laughed loudly as he walked by.
“I beg your pardon?” She snapped directing herself to Jimmy.
I could tell by the shocked look on Jimmy’s face he didn’t expect to see that reaction come out of her.
“I . . . Ummm. . . I’m sorry,” was all Jimmy could get out.
“Salem, he was just kidding,” Blaine said walking up behind her, putting his hand around her waist.
“He has no right to insult me like that,” she said raising her voice.
“You’re right he doesn’t. Jimmy, apologize to the lady,” I interjected trying to defuse the situation.
Frankie would kill Jimmy if he pissed off a potential sponsor. Frankie’s gym stayed open primarily through grants, donations and sponsorships.
Jimmy walked closer to Salem. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a joke.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jimmy. She’ll be just fine. Won’t you, Salem?” Blaine said consoling her.
Salem shook her head, yet she was still giving both me and Jimmy a dirty look.
“Come on. Let’s get into the ring before you say something else that’s stupid,” I laughed to Jimmy patting him on the back.
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