Over the Edge 2: The Over the Edge Series, #2
By Erika Rhys
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A relationship under fire. A fight for survival. Can their love weather the storm?
A struggle for acceptance
Mia and Damien’s relationship deepens, but powerful forces threaten to destroy their newfound love. When Damien’s wealthy parents learn of his relationship with Mia, they’ll stop at nothing to rip her out of his life—and his heart.
A battle for survival
When Damien’s mother unleashes her worst, Mia finds herself on the verge of losing the future she’s fought to build. Can Mia and Damien stop his mother’s vindictive quest to ruin Mia’s life?
Or will her money and power destroy Mia and tear the young lovers apart?
Complete series available
Over the Edge is a steamy new adult romance series. Vol. 2 is the second and final part of this two-volume series.
What readers and reviewers say about Over the Edge:
“This was a book I could not put down.”
—BooksandBeyondFiftyShades, book review site
“The sex is hot here, but the difference from so many romance books is that it's backed with meaning and love…throughout the series, you really feel Mia and Damien's love for each other.”
—Christopher, author
“If you are looking for something fun and has meaning behind the story I highly recommend this book.”
—Felicia E., reader
“an emotional roller coaster ride”
—Stephanie J., reader
“POWERFUL and thoroughly believable”
—llulusmom, reader
Erika Rhys
International bestselling author Erika Rhys writes contemporary romance novels featuring sexy men, strong women, and dashes of sparkling wit—the kind of books she enjoys reading. Her books include Heir of the Hamptons and the Gentlemen’s Club, Over the Edge, and On the Brink series. Erika’s heroes are driven, determined, and often wealthy, but can also be sensitive and vulnerable. Her heroines come from a range of backgrounds, and are strong, smart, and independent, but also sympathetic and caring. All her books feature laugh-out-loud moments, because humor is sexy! Erika loves dance music, shoes, long walks by herself, long dinners with friends, dark chocolate, strong coffee, and ice-cold martinis. She also loves hearing from readers, so get in touch! http://erikarhys.com http://facebook.com/ErikaRhys.Author http://twitter.com/erikarhysauthor http://instagram.com/erikarhysauthor http://pinterest.com/erikarhysauthor
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Over the Edge 2 - Erika Rhys
Over the Edge 2
The Over the Edge Series, Volume 2
Erika Rhys
Published by Erika Rhys, 2015.
For everyone who has summoned the courage to leave an abusive situation and start a new life.
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First ebook edition © 2014.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is merely coincidental. Copyright © 2014 Erika Rhys. All rights reserved worldwide.
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter One
My eyes fluttered open. Red lights flashed, and a gritty, burnt-rubber smell wafted in the cool night air. I blinked several times and tried to discern where I was.
I’m in an ambulance?
A man in scrubs leaned over me. His clinical gaze swept over me from head to toe, and then returned to my forehead. She’s got a superficial head wound, and cuts to her hands and knees.
The right side of my forehead throbbed with a dull pain. Gingerly, I touched the spot, and my fingers came away sticky with blood. I grabbed onto the sides of the stretcher and tried to get up, but I was strapped down.
The EMT held up his hand. Please lie back, miss. You have a serious cut and you may have a concussion as well. I’m going to wheel you into the emergency room.
What’s happened to me?
My lips parted to ask the question, but words wouldn’t come. I was too dazed to speak.
Here we go,
the EMT said. He wheeled me toward a glass-doored entrance. The sign above the doors read Cambridge Hospital.
Cambridge. Hospital.
Images and emotions flooded through me.
The two vicious men who mugged Damien and me, turning a quiet evening into a race against death.
The smaller mugger’s cruel eyes. The edge of his knife, sharp and cold against my throat.
The glint of steel when the larger mugger’s blade flashed toward Damien.
The shock when that blade sank into Damien’s chest with a thick sound that I’d never be able to forget.
The EMT pushed my stretcher into the busy emergency room waiting area and past clusters of people. Face after face displayed grim stoicism, fearful anticipation of bad news, or something in between.
As I became more coherent, the full weight of what had happened earlier crashed into me.
I remembered the raw terror that I felt when Damien crumpled to the sidewalk—and didn’t get up.
I remembered his body sprawled on the sidewalk, unnaturally still.
I saw his white-lipped face against the blood that saturated his shirt and pooled around his head and shoulders.
So much blood.
The EMT wheeled me past a series of examination rooms. From one doorway, a patient moaned, and a chill trickled down my spine. Where was Damien? Had the police arrived in time to save him? Was he still alive, or was he forever lost to me?
My chest constricted. My heart stuck in my throat, and my lungs felt paralyzed. White spots floated in my vision, but I fought to remain conscious. I couldn’t pass out. Not again. Not now. I had to find Damien.
I gripped the sides of the stretcher and took a deep breath before I grasped the EMT’s forearm. My boyfriend—Damien Barlow. Where is he? Is he alive?
The EMT glanced down at me. Your boyfriend was rushed into surgery the moment the ambulance arrived with both of you. He’s alive, but he was stabbed in his shoulder, and has lost a lot of blood.
I closed my eyes at the thought of it. It was Damien’s shoulder and not his chest. Thank God. But there had been so much blood. Why so much blood? Had the knife severed an artery or something?
Is he going to make it? Please tell me the truth.
The EMT’s gaze softened. It’s too soon to know. But our trauma surgeons work miracles every day. Trust me, every effort is being made to keep your boyfriend alive.
* * * * *
The next few hours were among the longest of my life. I sat in a sterile green cell of a room that stank of antiseptic and gleamed with cleanliness, stainless steel, and fluorescent light.
Time dragged by as a succession of ER personnel cleaned me up and made sure that I was OK. I had cuts to my hands and knees, and a bloody gash on my forehead from when I’d fainted and fallen to the sidewalk.
I’d been lucky. That’s what everyone kept telling me. And in a way, they were right. I’d walk out of the hospital on my own two feet. I didn’t have symptoms of a concussion, and I wasn’t significantly injured.
At least not on the outside.
Physically, after spending years on the receiving end of my father’s fists, I’d been through worse than this. Maybe I should have felt relief that I’d escaped serious injury. Maybe I should have been more thankful for the skilled nurses who were patching me up. But how could I feel grateful for anything when Damien’s life remained on the line?
The nurses were kind and pleasant, but when I answered their questions, it was with difficulty. Yes, my head hurt. No, I hadn’t vomited. No, I no longer felt dizzy or nauseous. No, I couldn’t recall when I’d last had a tetanus shot.
Between cleanup, shots, and three stitches in my forehead, I asked nurse after nurse about Damien, but all they could or would tell me was that he was still in surgery. I could hardly wait for them to finish.
Once I get out of here, maybe I can find someone with more information.
Finally, after a flurry of paperwork, they let me go.
I left the examination room where I’d spent the past two hours and headed for the ER waiting area. Maybe someone there could give me an update on Damien’s condition.
When I reached the waiting area, I approached the Formica-topped reception desk, behind which sat two women.
One of them looked up from her computer. Your name, please?
she asked. How may I help you?
Mia Martel. I’d like to ask about Damien Barlow, who I’m told is in surgery. We arrived together.
The receptionist tapped several keys on her computer. Damien Barlow is out of surgery. He’s been moved to intensive care. Are you a family member?
No, I’m Damien’s girlfriend. I was with him earlier tonight—when he was stabbed.
She scribbled a number on a pink sticky note and held it out to me. You need to call the Cambridge Police at this number.
I took the note. Can I see Damien?
She shook her head. Not unless you have permission from his family. What you need to do now is call the police and arrange a time to give a statement and pick up your belongings. You’re welcome to use one of our courtesy phones.
My belongings?
Right now, I couldn’t care less about my purse or anything in it.
Yes. At the crime scene, the police picked up some personal items that they kept to dust for fingerprints.
Just then, a female voice came from behind me. Excuse me. You were with Damien tonight?
The voice was low and measured, the accent refined.
I turned my head toward the source, and saw an elegant, fiftyish-looking brunette in a stunning midnight blue evening gown. Diamonds sparkled at her ears and throat. In contrast to the noise, color, and chaos of the crowded waiting room, she exuded calm, wealth, and control.
Yes,
I said. Are you related to Damien?
Her gaze flicked over me, and I sensed wheels of evaluation turning and interlocking inside her flawlessly coiffed head. I’m Anne Barlow. Damien’s mother.
She gestured toward the tall, silver-haired man at her side. This is my husband—and Damien’s father—Edward Barlow. We arrived about an hour ago. When the hospital called, we were just leaving a dinner at the governor’s mansion.
I nodded at each of them. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Barlow, Mr. Barlow. I’m Mia Martel. Can you tell me anything more about Damien?
Anne lifted one perfectly arched brow. Damien is as well as can be expected. The surgeons repaired a nicked artery and nerve damage to his left shoulder.
Nerve damage?
I asked. What does that mean?
I glanced at Anne, then at Edward.
In contrast to Anne’s impassivity, Edward was visibly distraught. His face was lined with exhaustion, his eyes reddened and haunted. He cleared his throat and spoke in a strained voice. Damien is out of danger. But he’ll need time and physical therapy to recover full use of his arm.
My stomach unclenched for the first time since the stabbing, and tension ebbed from my body. Damien’s life no longer hung in the balance. Maybe this senseless nightmare was finally coming to an end.
Is he conscious?
I asked. Can I see him?
Anne looked at me as if I were a fly that had landed on her manicured hand. Not now. Damien is heavily sedated to manage the pain from his injuries. What he needs more than anything is to rest.
Her voice took on an arctic edge. "You mentioned that you’re his most recent girlfriend, correct? If that’s true, then I’m certain that he’ll call