Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Bain Cover Reveal

Cover Reveal for ‪#‎BAIN‬
Special Thanks to
Cover Model Tattoo Travis
Photography Credit goes to FuriousFotog
Book Cover Design Credit goes to No Sweat Graphics by Rachel A Olson

Raised in an environment that exuded love, Bain couldn't understand why he felt so empty inside.
He had it all- a financially stable, successful career and the overwhelming support of his loved ones.
Rumer wasn't in need of saving. She didn't need his help.
She had gotten this far on her own...why accept a strangers obvious charity?
Bain wasn't trying to save her, nor was he donating his time freely.
Has Bain finally found his match in the ring of life?
Can Rumer crush his undefeated streak?
Sneak Peek of BAIN
An inkling, that’s how it always starts. Something that can’t be seen, only felt, hardens into knots in your gut. Catching you off guard, unaware as to why you feel that way. You start questioning everything around you and wondering what’s going to go off like a bomb, because this feeling always comes back to something bad. I couldn’t have predicted that the something bad was going to be horrific, no one could have known. Yes, the possibilities were endless as to what could have caused the feeling of my stomach sinking, the nausea threatening to exhale what I ate earlier for lunch. I didn’t expect a phone call as I stood in line at airport security, to change my life forever. To cause irreversible damage.
“Lawson, what’s up?”
“You need to meet me at your place, immediately.” I hear Lawson say over the line in a haunting tone.
“You know I can’t, I’m headed to Vegas. Remember, the meeting you sat up?”
“Bain that can wait, this cant. Please, I can’t explain over the phone.”
Something about Lawson’s tone told me I shouldn’t argue, that he needed me to just shut my mouth and do as he asked. He wouldn’t have called me without reason.
Even while running out of the airport and hailing a cab, my baggage in hand, did I not recognize the sickening twist of my stomach to be a sign of what was about to come.
Tossing money to the cab driver I haul ass into Sara’s and my apartment. The door opens as I approach it, Lawson’s face greeting me. His eyes drawn down, looking away from me.
It’s bad.
I know it is.
“Tell me.”
His eyes meet mine, and he breaks. Fucking folds right in half, his weight too much to hold up underneath the stress of whatever it is he has to tell me.
My gut. The feeling.
This is why. This moment right here, it’s going to define my life.
“There’s been an accident…We need to get to hospital. I’m driving us.”
My world. My life. The reason I’m doing what I do with such devotion.
“What?” I pause, my thoughts leaving me. I stumble back, falling on my ass. On my front porch. I just…this can’t be real.
This isn’t real.
It’s just a horrible nightmare that I’m bound to wake up from at any minute.
“Bain, get in my truck. Now.” Lawson says with renewed strength.
I stare at him, one million questions on the tip of my tongue.

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