A Safe Place To Land (My Journey Series Book 1)

A Safe Place To Land (My Journey Series Book 1)

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After turning twenty-one, Maya sets out to find the birth mother who might explain everything. A violent encounter with a mysterious man plunges her into a darker world. He is as haunted as she is-fierce, damaged, terrifyingly tender. Their chemistry is immediate and volatile: refuge that threatens control. As Maya digs into the past, buried secrets fracture her identity and force impossible choices. Trauma refuses neat endings. Love becomes both lifeline and liability-can redemption survive, or will the darkness destroy them both? What will Maya uncover about herself and his past as she tumbles down this dark path? Is he her safe place to land? Chapter 23 Peek: "Maybe start with no more lying to her?" Miles butted in, his glare sharp enough to cut, the frustration rolling off him in waves. "Easier said than done, and you know that, Miles." I took another long drag off the cigarette, the smoke burning down my throat but doing nothing to loosen the knot in my chest. "Yeah, doesn't mean I don't believe you both should've been more honest," Miles shot back, shrugging like he was trying to play it casual, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes stayed locked on me, daring me to argue. "Trey just loves getting in the way and dividing people," I growled, the words coming out rough. "He singles out the weak and isolates them until he can strike. I'm not saying Maya is weak, because she's fucking not, but this motherfucker has done nothing but manipulate her." "I don't disagree with you, but this is on you, too, Gray." Miles' voice dropped, cold and direct, the frustration finally cracking through. "You fucked up - don't just blame it on the narcissistic psychopath. So does that mean if she asks us to stop keeping watch, are you going to give in?" "Well, I wouldn't really have much of a fucking choice, now would I?" I sighed, rolling my eyes as I finished the beer, the empty bottle suddenly feeling too light in my hand.
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