Authors: Faith Gibson
Tags: #paranormal romance, #domestic violence, #shapeshifter romance, #gargoyle romance, #alpha shapeshifter, #postapocalyptic adventure, #boxing romance
Frey
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Stone Society Book
4
By Faith Gibson
WARNING
: This book
contains instances of domestic violence as well as non-consensual
sex between spouses.
All rights reserved. In accordance with the
U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic
sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the
publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual
property. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.
This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
The author acknowledges the copyrighted or
trademarked status and trademark owners of the wordmarks mentioned
in this work of fiction.
Copyright © 2015 by Faith Gibson
Published by Faith Gibson
Editor: Jagged Rose Wordsmithing
First e-book edition: August 2015
First print edition: August 2015
Cover design by: Elm Street Design
Studio
Photography: Perrywinkle Photography and
Shutterstock
Model: Drew Hale
ISBN:
978-0996366410
This book is intended for mature audiences
only.
Domestic Violence Hotline
1-800-799-7233 or
1-800-787-3224 (TTY)
If you or someone you know is a victim of
domestic violence, I urge you to call the number above. Please, say
NO MORE.
NATIONAL
STATISTICS*
On average, nearly 20
people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in
the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10
million women and men1 in 3 women and 1 in 4
men have been victims of [some form of] physical violence by an
intimate partner within their lifetime1 in 5 women and 1 in 7
men have been victims of severe physical violence by an
intimate partner in their lifetime1 in 7 women and 1 in 18
men have been stalked by an intimate partner during their lifetime
to the point in which they felt very fearful or believed that they
or someone close to them would be harmed or killedOn a typical day, there
are more than 20,000 phone calls placed to domestic violence
hotlines nationwideIn domestic violence
homicides, women are six times more likely to be killed when there
is a gun in the houseIntimate partner violence
accounts for 15% of all violent crimeWomen between the ages of
18-24 are most commonly abused by an intimate partner1 in 5 women and 1 in 71
men in the United States has been raped in their
lifetimeAlmost half of female
(46.7%) and male (44.9%) victims of rape in the United States were
raped by an acquaintance. Of these, 45.4% of female rape victims
and 29% of male rape victims were raped by an intimate
partner
* Statistics taken
from
http://www.ncadv.org/learn/statistics
Dedication
To any man, woman, or child
who has ever been abused. You are not alone. May you find the
strength to change your stars.
To the man for being the
type of person I am proud to call husband.
Acknowledgements
I want to thank every
single person who has read my books. Without readers, an author’s
world is a lonely place. I hope you all enjoy reading them as much
as I enjoy writing them. To those of you who email me, telling me
how much you love them, I love you.
My writing posse: Kendall,
Jen, and Nikki – thank you for having what it takes to read this
kind of book and still find the good in it.
My beta readers: Alex B,
Sharon B, Theresa M, Shannon P, Candy R, Tanya R, Cherri S, and
Lita T – Your input is invaluable.
The ladies at TaSTy
WordGasms: Congratulations on your success. You deserve
it.
Table of Contents
Prologue
2037
New Atlanta High School
“
Next up in our talent
show is Abigail Swanson. Miss Swanson will be dancing the
Waltz of the Flowers
from
The
Nutcracker
.”
Troy Quinn got an elbow to the side as his
best friend George snickered. “Your girl’s doing the nutcracker.
She ever crack your nuts?” George was laughing out loud, earning
them some stern looks from parents sitting close by. The New
Atlanta High School talent show was famous for producing some
extremely gifted artists. Troy slouched down in his chair as
Abigail twirled around in front of everyone with barely any clothes
on.
Goddamnit, he was the only one who was
supposed to see that much of her skin. The longer he watched, the
madder he got. The song ended and applause erupted throughout the
auditorium. Everyone was on their feet clapping and yelling. Fuck.
He knew she could dance but this was ridiculous. As far as he was
concerned, she wouldn’t be dancing anymore. High school was almost
over and, by God, he wasn’t going to lose her. He had the perfect
plan to keep her from going away to that fancy school for
dancers.
Abigail bent down to accept a bouquet of
flowers one of the senior football players was offering her. The
tops of her breasts were spilling over the low neckline of her pink
leotard. “Look, I bet Brandon can see Abbi’s tits!” George was
howling. Troy punched him in the arm and took off toward the front
of the building. As Abbi walked down the steps, he grabbed her by
the arm and dragged her out the side door. “Ow, Troy you’re hurting
me,” Abbi said, trying to pull away from him.
“
You stupid slut. Where do
you get off showing Brandon your tits? And why the fuck is he
giving you flowers?” Troy grabbed the bouquet out of her hands and
threw it to the floor, stomping the roses until the petals were
trashed.
“
Stop it!” Abbi was crying
now. She wrenched away from him and ran into the girl’s
bathroom.
“
Troy! Hey, Troy!” He
turned around to see Brandon Foster coming down the
hall.
“
What the fuck do you
want, Foster? You stay away from Abbi, you hear me? She’s mine, and
we’re getting married.” That was a lie, but fuckface didn’t need to
know it. They had never even discussed plans after high school.
Well, not their plans, only her plans to go away to
college.
“
Married? You’re out of
your mind, Quinn. She’s too young to get married. Besides, Abbi has
a bright future ahead of her, one that doesn’t include a scuzz like
you.” Brandon thought he was the shit- big football player sporting
daddy’s money. Troy punched him in the face. Brandon’s head jerked
back from the strike.
“
What the fuck, Quinn?”
Brandon swung at Troy, but he ducked just in time to miss the fist.
He came up with a punch to Brandon’s gut, doubling him over.
Bringing his knee up, Troy caught him in the face, sending him to
the floor with a bloody nose.
By now, a crowd had gathered in the hall.
Several football players rushed Troy before he could stomp Brandon.
Troy swung wildly, hitting as many of them as he could before being
grabbed from behind by a truant officer. “You stay away from Abbi,
you hear me? She’s mine. She’s having my baby!” Troy yelled at
Brandon as he was put in handcuffs. “She’s mine, Foster! Mine!”
Abbi sank down to the floor of the girl’s
bathroom. Troy had been getting meaner lately, ever since she told
him she wanted to apply for the art college and not the community
college he was going to. She wanted to be a dancer with the New
Atlanta Ballet Company. That had been her dream for as long as she
could remember. Her parents had given her every opportunity to
achieve her goals, and if her performance tonight was any
indication, she could very well receive the scholarship she needed
to be admitted to the prestigious art school.