RELEASE DAY BLITZ

Title: Healing Love

Author: Tammy Faith

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

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Sleeping with your teammate's girlfriend is not the best way to start the season, and the guilt is eating Mark Anderson alive.

The best way to erase that awful night from his memory? A one-night stand with a blonde bombshell.

Besides vlogging and make-up, sleeping with jocks is Savinne’s favorite pastime, but Mark is nothing like what she expected.

Neither one is looking for forever, but one night turns into two, and then into three, four, five...

Until their pasts knock on their doors.

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Her bright green eyes pop against the smudged black mascara. There’s so much pain hidden inside those liquid pools, and I want to unravel her.

I’d like to soften up her edges till they’re so blurry I’m the only thing she can focus on, the only thing she can see. I need to light a fire where her heart has been left cold and hardened, rearranging her broken pieces around mine in a way I can make them fit together. I want to crawl inside of her so deep she can’t use me like she’s used to and then get rid of me and forget we happened.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tammy Faith is a twenty-one-year-old reader and writer. Her books are very heavy on the romance, and sometimes even a little steamy. She has a gigantic family she adores and an unrequited love for food. (Also, her addiction to cute animals is borderline creepy. #sorrynotsorry.)

She loves to hear other people’s stories! Connect with her:
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Email: authortammyfaith@gmail.com
Blog: http://authortammyfaith.blogspot.com.ar/
Twitter: @tfwrites

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Title: Healing Love

Author: Tammy Faith

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

COVER

BLURB

Sleeping with your teammate's girlfriend is not the best way to start the season, and the guilt is eating Mark Anderson alive.

The best way to erase that awful night from his memory? A one-night stand with a blonde bombshell.

Besides vlogging and make-up, sleeping with jocks is Savinne’s favorite pastime, but Mark is nothing like what she expected.

Neither one is looking for forever, but one night turns into two, and then into three, four, five...

Until their pasts knock on their doors.

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TEASER

Your kisses. Your smile. You're pretty close to perfect to me.” I kiss her forehead, and draw circles with the pad of my thumb against her neck. She goes calm, like a hurricane suddenly becoming a light breeze.

She nods, letting go of me. Funny thing, it still seems like she's squeezing my heart.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tammy Faith is a twenty-one-year-old reader and writer. Her books are very heavy on the romance, and sometimes even a little steamy. She has a gigantic family she adores and an unrequited love for food. (Also, her addiction to cute animals is borderline creepy. #sorrynotsorry.)

She loves to hear other people’s stories! Connect with her:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tammyfaithauthor
Email: authortammyfaith@gmail.com
Blog: http://authortammyfaith.blogspot.com.ar/
Twitter: @tfwrites

choices

our teeth
have been taught
to keep the words in
because it's better to blend in
than to fight for a losing team.
ask me how many kids
i’d like to breed,
i’ll look the other way
and say i’m okay.
i guess
i should confess,
it makes me depressed.
they say being feminine means being xx
and wearing a dress.
maybe if only i could
change the way i look,
all these people would
stop picking at my wounds.
i’m not sorry i don’t conform
to society's norms,
but i really don’t like the way
my shirts were made
to be buttoned by someone else.
i know you wish
i wouldn’t be this-
believe me, i do too,
but i never go to choose.

i know

your vows were
double-edged swords.
you swore you'd 
the first time your hand
grazed my spine
was so sweet
i can’t believe
you’ve turned into this.
“i love you”
feels like me choking.
“i won’t do it again”
looks like pain.
“i’m sorry”
are words too pure
to be cruel.
the thought of leaving
has me shaking,
but staying

means further hurting.

i blame you

for thinking i could

stay and clean your wounds.

i’m sorry but i need

to take care of me

before i think of you.

it takes time to heal-

i know maybe once I have,

too much time will have passed,

and it might be already too late

to forgive myself once again

for being weak and letting you win.

i know these lingering lies

keep making us tie

in this game

we shouldn't play.

i know how hard it is to let go.

i know how hard it is.

i know.

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