One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1)
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Authors: Amo Jones
Amo Jones
One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars
The Devil’s Own Book One
By Amo Jones
Copyright 2016 Amo Jones
This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Note: This story is not suitable for persons under the age of 18.
*Potential triggers lie within this book.
** This book is gritty and contains dark content.
***If the word “fuck” offends you, please don’t read this book.
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Copyright 2016
Meadow
I was four years old when I learned what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I’d pray I didn’t wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.
Red roses.
The sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet.
The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other one hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin— never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.
Beast
Some people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I’d been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked into a run-down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn’t clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.
This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide.
*Potential triggers lie within this book.
** This book is gritty and contains dark content.
Stephen James
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You’re a great guy, but I’m practically married so I think we should just be friends.
—Just kidding, call me.
Simon
– My partner in crime, the Clyde to my Bonnie, and the love of my life. I could not have done all of this without your undying support. I love you so much. Always and Forever.
My four terrors
– Without you four, mummy might not have picked up that wine, and if I didn’t pick up that wine, then I might not have thought to write my first book. To living on quick meals and a robot of a mum as I finished up a project, you kids are amazing and although you drive me nuts, there’s not a bone in my body that doesn’t love the shit out of you. You were all worth the long ass labours.
Isis Te Tuhi
– a novel wouldn’t be enough words to say how much I’m grateful for your sexy existence. You’re my number one critique and my number one bitch face. I love you. The original Mrs Finlay. — Oops, I wrote it. Oh well, this is my party and we’ll sing if we want to. #distanceaintshit
Kaylene Osborn
— where editor—meets friend—meets second mum—meets “God you bitches drive me nuts,” because I do—drive you crazy, I mean. Thank you, for tolerating my shit. You’re the first person I run to when I have an issue or when I need a shoulder to cry on. Thank you, I gas arc the shit out of you.
Kat Fenton (Kitty Kats Crazy About Books)
— Two words = you’re amazing. Thank you for reviewing my first book (No really… I think ‘thank you’ just doesn’t cut it. Maybe I should have bought you glasses after reading my debut book) and then reviewing every one after that. Thank you for your honest words and support. I’ll gladly take a frying pan in the face from you.
My Betas
— (Anne Malcom, Isis Te Tuhi, Addison Jane, Kimberly E Osborn, Andrea Florkowski, Heidy Marie, Kaci Stewart, Kathy Bargiacchi)— you lovely ladies that take the time out of your busy lives to study my words, I thank you.
Addison Jane
— my favourite club girl, the first person to show me the way in the indie world. For the secrets you’ve shared, the endless support, and our crazy banter.
Kimberly Osborn
— my favourite Steel. Thank you for telling my crazy ass to calm down when it needed to be told, thank you for your patience with my lack of Photoshop skills, and thank you for just being your beautiful self.
Kori Toth-Gray
— #1 Pimp. I’ll forever be grateful for all the time you put into pimping my work. You rock my shit.
Bloggers
— I hold the utmost respect for you all. Everything you do for authors, reading and reviewing, I appreciate all that you do.
Last but not least, I thank all my amazing, supportive readers. I would not be here writing books if it weren’t for your kind words and reviews. You are what keeps me going and you are what matters to me.
