Oceans
Collide, Book One of The Oceans Series
Souls
Collide as Heart Break…
Livie Acosta is a young woman who at
the tender age of twenty-three has suffered such strong and heart-wrenching
emotions, that she no longer accepts them into her world. Throughout her life
beginning at the age of seven she has rebuked such emotions with a fierce
passion. One horrific incident that resulted in her mother's miscarriage
started the chain of pain she's had to battle and live with. Through the abuse
and abandonment she receives at the heavy hand of her mother, Livie finds the
only way she can survive is to curb her ability to feel emotions, and
unfortunately the only way she knows how to achieve this paradise is by
'cutting'.
For
years she has lived in a sheltered bubble, avoiding people, along with any
aspect of life that requires one to show emotion. Not to mention her decision
to stay close to her mother has her leaving the comfort of her own home nearly
on a nightly basis to save her mother time and time again. It takes the sudden
death of her mother to force Livie out into the world in search for a new
purpose. Upon this forced quest she immediately meets one of two souls that are
going to rock her world into a new dimension. Lawrence Hawthorne knows pain,
grief, and emotions period, all too well. Despite his carefree nature and easy
going personality he also harbors some tough demons that immediately draw him
to Livie. It doesn't take long to recognize the deeply seeded pain that resides
in her own soul and that leads Lawrence to call on his right hand man for help
in protecting her.
As soon
as Ocean Hawthorne steps onto the scene, Livie's world... the void world she's
known since forever changes in a way that threatens to expose her secret. The
Hawthorne cousins, vow to protect her from her self-destructive qualities
amidst the angst, pain, and trials they all individually go through.
Desperately they hold onto each other for support and as love and passion
blossom it threatens to destroy the weak foundation of solitude that Livie has
strived so hard to achieve. Will the intrusion of two beautiful and tortured souls
finally be enough to induce the strength Livie needs to fight her demons, or
will their love and devotion finally push her far enough to make the deepest
cut she'd ever been forced to make?
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I heard
someone clearing their throat, causing me to snap my head up from my phone.
Coming
around the corner was a tall and very, very hot guy. I must have turned into a
deer caught in some kind of bright and sexy as hell headlights.
Since when did Alex
Pettyfer buff up and open an MMA studio?
“Can I
help you?”
Realizing my mouth was open, I snapped it shut and nervously
stuffed my phone in to my pocket. “Yes. I was actually wondering if the owner
was hiring for staff yet. I saw an article in the paper highlighting a new MMA
studio opening. Do you know where I can find the owner?”
“You’re
looking at him, Sunshine.” I looked him up and down from head to toe again.
“Serious?” He looked a little offended by my response, but he
looked so young to be in this business. He should be modeling or catching some
hang ten waves as a professional surfer. He had that look about him.
“Ouch,
Sunshine. What’s wrong with me being the owner?” He asked honestly while
crossing his thick arms across his chest, and those biceps were oh so yummy.
“Sorry…
I didn’t mean for it to sound so rude. You just look very young to be in this
type of business. I hope I didn’t offend you.” His smile returned and it
instantly calmed me.
“Sunshine,
you don’t have to apologize,” he said as he made his way toward me.
He
extended his hand out and I took it in mine shaking it firmly. Dad always said
a firm handshake was a sign of respect.
His
touch was warm and soothing. Something about him made me feel extremely
comfortable. It wasn’t just that he was sexy and looked like the delicious Alex
Pettyfer. His energy enveloped me and calmed me for some reason. “Lawrence
Nathaniel Hawthorne at your service. Nice to meet you.”
Letting go of his hand, I smiled
back. “Livie Acosta. Nice to meet you, too.”
“So you
say you’re looking for a job? Here at my studio?” He asked this in a rather
incredulous way.
I
ignored the dumb look on his face, because honestly, he didn’t know I could put
him on his ass in a second. I reached into my shoulder bag and pulled out my
portfolio. “Yes. I am interested in working for you, especially, if you are
going to turn this studio into an MMA training facility. That’s what I read in
the paper.”
He took my portfolio and opened it,
keeping an eye on me as he perused it. He flipped it open and skimmed through
it.
This guy
was tall and I had to tilt my chin up just to make eye contact.
God, I
hated being short right now!
As
quickly as he opened the folder, he closed it and handed it back. “Okay, Livie.
You seem to have some experience in martial arts and if you want to work for
me, you wouldn’t mind showing me what you’re made of, would you?”
Cocky son of a
bitch!
I reached over, pulled my shoulder
bag off and laid it on the counter. I emptied my back pocket of my phone and
car keys.
Smiling,
I looked up at him. “I thought you’d never
ask.”
His
laughter made my heart sing. He really did have a strange effect on me. It
wasn’t sexually charged or intrusive. I could see myself trusting this man with
my life if I had to and I kind of wanted to at the moment.
“Follow
me, Sunshine.” He turned on his heels and I followed.
He
walked me to the center of the studio where the rubber flooring was the
thickest.
Aww… he was trying to
make it easy for me.
He
really didn’t need to, but he didn’t know that yet. “Alright, I don’t want
either one of us to get hurt, so go ahead and stretch. I’ll do the same.” He
turned his back to me so I could stretch.
“You got
it.” I responded and immediately bent my body forward at the hips. I didn’t
stretch for too long, because my body was restless and craving for the physical
contact.
He
turned to face me and the grin on his face said it all. He was dying for
physical contact, too.
A
fighter always knew that look in another fighter. That hungry predatory look.
He
stepped forward opening his stance. “You ready,
Sunshine?”
As my
response, I jumped up and did a roundhouse kick to his face and only missed it
by inches.
His
smile widened showing all his pearly whites. Once he regained his step, he
swung his leg wide trying to drop me to the ground. I quickly jumped and rolled
on the rubber matting, bouncing back up once my feet hit the ground again.
He came
in fast with a jab and hook that I dodged with my quick footwork. I palmed him
hard to the sternum and brought my shin up to contact with his left rib cage.
They were clean shots and stunned him a little, but not enough.
Before I
could pull back, he caught the back of my calf and held it firm.
Shit!
I
dropped my body backward, extending my arms to reach for the ground and brought
my left leg up fast, kicking him in the chin.
He let
go of my leg as he stammered back. Not wasting any time, he lunged for me
picking me up and slamming by back hard against the mat.
I
grunted from the impact. Taking it as a sign of weakness, he shifted his weight
to pin me, but I pulled my arms up hard snapping his elbows up and out from
under him.
Before
he could come down hard on me, I took my elbows and buried them in his
trapezius muscles, pulling myself up.
Once his
face was nearly buried in my cleavage, I kneed him twice to the ribs and was
able to fling myself around him putting him in a firm chokehold.
Thinking
quick, he rolled onto his knees, pulled his arms around my waste and then
flipped me up and over his head.
I came
down hard on the mat again. I huffed my bangs out of my face completely hell
bent on putting Mr. Pettyfer on his ass.
As he
backed up to stand, I kicked my legs under me, propelling my body upright. I
bent my left leg and used my right to sweep his legs out from under him and I
nailed him.
He fell
hard on his ass. When he fell, I bent backwards using my hands to hold my
weight and planted both high top sneakers on his chest sending him flying to
the treadmills behind him.
“Fuck
me!” was all I heard as he slammed into the machines. He didn’t look mad at the
moment, just shocked.
Grabbing
his ribs, he coughed. I walked up to him and extended my hand out to him. I was
a good sport… once I won, that is.
Taking
my hand, I hauled him up, propping his shoulder over mine to help him stand.
Laughter erupted from his chest and I couldn’t help but to join him. I pulled
away from his body once he was on his feet.
“You most
definitely are hired.” He breathed heavily.
I wanted
to jump up and down, but I wouldn’t allow myself to do it in front of him. I
simply gave him a ridiculous smile from ear to
ear.
“So now
that you’ve officially laid your new boss flat on his ass, do you care to join
me for lunch?”
Without even thinking about it, my
mouth opened and responded for me. “Yeah, sure. Mind if I go home to get
cleaned up first? I’ll meet you anywhere just name the place and
time.”
“Yeah,
no problem. I need to put some ice on these ribs.” He said laughing. “Why don’t
we make it dinner? Give me your address, and I’ll come pick you up. We can talk
about the studio and get to know each other better. Is that cool with you?”
“Yes, of
course. I have some things I need to do before then, so that works out
perfectly.” He walked me to the reception desk where I picked up my stuff.
We
exchanged numbers and I texted him the address to my hotel. He gave me a funny
look when he read the address, but before he could question me.
I
thanked him for the offer and bolted out the door. As my body sunk into the
driver seat, I could still feel his eyes on me. Ignoring his stare, I cranked
Lucy up and drove away.
I got
the fucking job!
Oceans
Submerged, Book Two of The Oceans Series
If You
Drown, I Drown…Remember?
Twenty-seven year old Ocean
Hawthorne thought he'd known loss and pain when his twin sister Stormie died.
It was his fault the world would no longer see her beautiful smile or hear her
captivating laughter. The former world champion in the vicious world of MMA
fighting thought he'd been through the worst and has now carried that guilt and
pain with him since. Then he met Livie Acosta. The moment he laid his eyes on
the exotic beauty, he was hooked. In that split second of looking into her wild
and hurt eyes, his heart began to beat again. He knew then that he would never
be able to let her go... but was that the right thing for him to do? Because
yet again, Ocean found himself surrounded by a familiar darkness, a pain so
strong that even breathing hurt, and living felt impossible. He'd pushed too
far in the effort to love and help her, and now... now he didn't know if he'd
ever see her again. Lawrence Hawthorne has been through the ringer when it came
to hurt and disappointment, but nothing could have prepared him for the
possibility of losing Livie. He'd just found her and now-well, now he didn't
know what to think. To him, Livie was more than just a girl, more than just a
friend. To Law, Livie was someone he needed to help and protect, even from
herself, and he'd failed that simple task. Will the Hawthorne cousins who have
sworn to protect Livie survive her selfish act, or will they crumble, yet
again?
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Ocean
That was
it! What kind of pussy would say some shit like that? If he wished it were him that
took her virginity then he should have claimed her first. Livie was mine. I
loved her.
My fist
came up, launching for his face when I felt a tug on my shirt that sent
shockwaves of awareness through me. My head snapped down and pulling on the rim
of my shirt was Liv’s trembling hand.
I looked
up at Law whose face was whiter than usual as he stared at her hand still
weakly trying to grab my shirt. Her eyes were still closed, but she had her
lips pierced as if she was focusing on trying to do something. I looked up at
Law again who was still frozen.
I pushed
him hard on the shoulder to get his attention. When he looked up at me with a
dazed expression, I rolled my eyes. Such a fucking punk.
“What
the hell Law? Don’t just stand there! Go get your mom!”
He let
go of the side rails, stumbling back a little. “Yeah, yeah mom.” He hauled ass
out of the room once he got his legs to work.
I looked
back down at Liv who was still trying to grab at my shirt. I leaned in closer
to her and that was when she finally slipped her hand under my shirt. Her
fingers were shaking and unsteady as she pressed them against my skin. Her hand
was ice cold and her touch made my body break out in goose bumps. As she rested
the back of her hand on my stomach, the trembling in her fingers calmed down a
bit.
I leaned
down to bring me face closer to hers. “Come on, Livie. Open your eyes baby.
Open them for me. Please. I’ve been here with you waiting for this. Baby, open
your eyes.”
I could
tell she was trying by the squinting of her eyes and the way she was pulling
her lips in. I moved the IV lines away from her neck, pulling down her hospital
gown to expose her neck. I looked at the door then quickly leaned in kissing
her on my spot that I’ve been missing so much.
When I
pulled back, my heart skipped a beat and my breath stalled. Her eyes were
fluttering rapidly as she tried to gain control of
them.
I
reached under my shirt to grab her hand, steadying it against my stomach. As
the rapid flutters came to a slower opening and closing of her eyes, she
frantically searched around the room looking dazed and confused.
I used
my free hand to steady her chin so she could focus on me. “Hey baby. I’m right
here. Look at me. Don’t worry about anything else, just look at me.”
With
what little strength she had, her cold and trembling hand squeezed mine. Her
blinks slowed down to longer, more tired blinks until she was able to focus on
my face.
She
tried to open her mouth to speak, but I shook my head at her placing my finger
over her mouth. “Don’t speak. Law went to get Aunt Layla. She’ll be here soon.”
Her eyebrows
pulled together as she tried to squeeze onto my hand tighter.
“Stop
Liv, I’m not leaving. I’ll be here, where I’ve always been.”
The door
swung open as Aunt Layla rushed to Liv’s bedside. Two other nurses came in,
along with the surgeon who performed the surgery on her arm, followed by Law.
Aunt
Layla looked at me with a stern look. I knew that look meant to keep my ego in
check and step aside, so I did just that.
As I let
go of Liv’s hand, her eyes started to blink fast again and her heart rate
spiked. The nurses rushed to either side of me to see what was happening.
“Ladies,
give him a minute before we start.” Aunt Layla nodded at me to make it quick.
I leaned
in to kiss her forehead and then pulled her quivering hand up to my lips for a
reassuring kiss. “Liv, remember I’m right here. They need to take care of you
and you know I can’t do it myself. Calm down baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
I kissed
the back of her hand again. Her face turned into somewhat of a frown. I think
that moment was the first time in two weeks that I actually smiled.
Even in
her condition and barely being able to move or speak, she was being as stubborn
as ever. I laid her hand gently at her side, finally letting go.
The
nurses unlocked the wheels on the bed while Aunt Layla disconnected the IV’s
from the machine. The doctor held the door open as they wheeled her out less
than a minute after I let go of her hand. .
“Where
are you taking her?” I called to my aunt.
She
turned to me with a smile on her face, something I haven’t seen since Liv was
admitted. “Don’t worry, we’ll bring her back. The doctor needs to run some
tests. She’ll be in much better shape when we bring her back.” She hurried out
the door after her crew.
Law
moved back into the room before the door could close on him. I looked up at him
leaning against the door running his hand through his hair before he made eye
contact with me.
“Look
man, I’m sorry about what I was saying, but I meant it you know.”
“Yeah
Law, so did I. She’s not just any other virgin, you know that. I fucking love
that girl with all of me. There is no one else, Law. No
one.”
“So
looks like you got her back. Congrats, I was hoping she’d come back to you.”
I shook
my head at him. “She came back to us, not just me. I’m a dick, but even I know
how much she means to you. I don’t like it, but I get it.”
He
kicked off the wall, making his way towards me. “You know she’s going to
Shiloh’s Therapy Facility, right? I looked it up and researched all the
workers. Hell I even did a fucking background check on the entire staff,
Ocean.”
I could
have laughed at him for that, but I just didn’t have laughter in me anymore.
“It’ll
only be for a month so she can attend physical therapy and talk to someone
about what happened. The facility is about an hour away and visiting days are
Tuesdays and Sundays.”
My chest
tightened thinking about her alone in a rehab facility. I was there once, alone
and pissed off at the world because I was there. I’m thinking her reaction will
not be much different, but she had to get through this to find herself again. I
was praying that she did because honestly for me, I was a lost cause without
her.
My other
half was gone, my mother left abandoning me when I needed her the most, and the
woman that I finally fucking gave my heart to just tried to kill herself. I
wasn’t enough for anyone to stick around for.
“When is
she leaving?” I was glad he had all the details because the less I knew about
this the better. If it were up to me, I’d take her away and lock her ass up
until she got over her shit.
“Mom
wants her there as soon as possible. If all her tests turn out well enough, she
will leave tomorrow.”
The
knife that resided in what was left of my heart twisted and turned as I tried
to keep my composure. “I’m going with you, Law. I’ll try not to make a scene
but I can’t let her go without me.”
“Yeah man,
I know. I wouldn’t have pictured it any other way. I’m really sorry Ocean. You
do know that she truly loves you because too seriously pass me up, she’s got to
love your sorry ass pretty bad.”
His
attempt at humor was lost on me. I shrugged my shoulders unconvinced. If she
loved me that much, I should have been enough to keep her from wanting to kill
herself. It was that black and white for me.
I
understood that she didn’t love herself the way I did, but I still should have
been enough for her to stop, to call for help, to call me for help. I would
have been there for her.
In the
middle of my thoughts, Law grabbed me pulling me into a hug. I wanted to push
him off, punch him in the face, and send him to hell along with everyone else,
but I couldn’t. I reached out grabbing onto to him and we cried together like
the two fucked individuals we were.
My name
is Melissa DeOlmos, an aspiring author and a newbie to the world of
indie writing. I live in sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely
crazies ages five and two, along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband.
I could
say that writing novels has been a passion that I’ve always pursued, but I
can’t. Writing for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of
wonders and opportunities. Filled with love and so much trouble, I sometimes
wonder if I need medication for the stories that pop into my head.
I have
now decided to share my mystical mind and stories with the world so,
hopefully, others may also find that little something extra they’ve been
looking for within my stories. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my books.
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