**Withstanding the Enemy by T. L. Mahrt**
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**T. L. MAHRT**
**BIO**
T.
L. Mahrt is a former business owner, where she utilized her education in
cosmetology, barbering and massage therapy for several years. She
was raised on and is currently living on a farm in Nebraska, where
you can find her running barefoot in the country side with her loving
husband and inspiring children and massive dogs.
After having her son, who was born with Cerebral Palsy, she made the life altering decision to stay home to care for her two children and pursue her love for writing. She has a love for romance and poetry where, her overactive imagination, along with her adventures and up beat lifestyle drives her inspiration for her writing.
T. L. Mahrt has a thirst for knowledge, and is currently working on her Bachelor of Applied Science in Communication Studies degree.
After having her son, who was born with Cerebral Palsy, she made the life altering decision to stay home to care for her two children and pursue her love for writing. She has a love for romance and poetry where, her overactive imagination, along with her adventures and up beat lifestyle drives her inspiration for her writing.
T. L. Mahrt has a thirst for knowledge, and is currently working on her Bachelor of Applied Science in Communication Studies degree.
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**WITHSTANDING THE
ENEMY**
Publication
date:
January 31, 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
**BLURB**
Emma Andrews was orphaned at
a young age with no family to turn to. Tired of the broken foster-care system,
and believing it was her only option, she runs to a multi-millionaire with a
reputation of hiring young women. It is only then that she learns what
real monsters look like…
Emma uses her overactive imagination to help her get through the toughest of days. By daydreaming a life full of love and freewill, she manages her colorless prison, but even in her wildest dreams, she would have never imagined it could become a reality. That is, until she meets Chance, a man willing to lay his life down to save hers.
But what Emma doesn’t expect is to fight her own personal demons—her heart.
Emma uses her overactive imagination to help her get through the toughest of days. By daydreaming a life full of love and freewill, she manages her colorless prison, but even in her wildest dreams, she would have never imagined it could become a reality. That is, until she meets Chance, a man willing to lay his life down to save hers.
But what Emma doesn’t expect is to fight her own personal demons—her heart.
**EXCERPT**
I turn the envelope and
tear it open. I pull out a piece of lavender card stock with a note written in
the matching penmanship.
To my beautiful
enchantress,
From the moment I laid my
eyes on you,
I’ve fallen.
Your sorcery has deep
magnetism,
Making you irresistible to
me.
For it is you, I have
fallen in love with;
I will wait for you till my
last breath, that is the spell I’m under.
~Rick~
My heart skips a beat. It’s
beautifully written. I never knew Rick was capable of such poetic beauty. It
stirs something foreign inside me. I throw the card down. He is a monster and I
need to remember that.
And I know just the way to
do that.
I storm into the bathroom,
mad at myself for even authenticating feelings for him. I turn on my shower and
let the water warm up. I take my clothes off with shaky hands as I mentally
prepare myself for what I am about to do. With all my clothes in a pile at my
feet, I think, You can do it—remember what a monster he is.
I turn to face the mirror
with my eyes closed. Come on, Emma, you can’t forget… One… Two… Three…
I open my eyes to see my
full reflection. My hands fly to my mouth to silence my cry. A tear slides down
my cheek as I examine my torso. Running a hand across the scars, I can feel the
crack of his whip as it tears open my skin. I remember it, I think as
the shadowed form of a man haunts my nightmares. It was Rick, it had to be
Rick, I think as I hear the shattering crack of the whip through my head. Don’t
forget. He is the monster—the shadow.
My mind races as I continue
to run my hands down my torso. I—I can’t feel the scars. The skin under
my fingers feels smooth as silk, as if the scars weren’t there. I frantically
look down to my stomach. I see them—bright red and raised.
My hands tremble as I glide
them over each side of my hips. I force myself to look down at the larger scars
lying horizontally across each hip.
Why can’t I feel them?
My right thumb rubs across
my birthmark on my upper thigh. Inside the heart-shaped mark is a scar that
mimics my own heart—broken with no hope of repair.
He is the monster, I think as I hop into the
steaming spray of the shower.
~~~~~~~
I grab a towel and dry off.
The library is going to be a great distraction, I think as I wrap the towel
around me and make my way over to the vanity—thankful the mirrors are steamed
over.
Absentmindedly, I open the
bathroom door and walk toward the closet when I hear voices in my room, causing
me to freeze mid-step.
“Oh, Ms. Andrews, I thought
you were already dressed,” Brutus announces his presence from behind me. I
quickly turn around and hug my towel tighter to my naked body.
My eyes lock with Chance’s.
Instantaneously, my heart dips low into my belly. I stand frozen, watching his
eyes run down the length of my body, causing heat to catch like wildfire and
spread over my chest. I follow the path of his eyes—a slow lazy path down my
body. My nipples tighten as he lingers for a moment. His eyes flame as if he
can see right through my towel. The wildfire causes my sex to throb. I feel
needy and my eyes heat with passion. I take a sharp inhale.
Brutus breaks the
connection. “Ms. Andrews, we will leave immediately,” he says, grabbing Chance
by the arm and pulling him toward the door. After Brutus pushes Chance out
first, he turns, trying to explain.
“I’m sorry again. We were
trying to get your flowers into your room.” His voice carries around the door
as he makes his exit.
In that moment, I notice
the large arrangement setting awkwardly in the middle of my bedroom.
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