Tagged: Whitney Barbetti

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Cocktales, a limited-release anthology of original, never before published material, from some of your favorite bestselling authors is coming May 26th! Cocktales Anthology Publishing Date: May 26th Cover Designer: CD Reiss Each story was specifically written for this anthology. The goal of the Cocktales Anthology is to raise funds to fight against obstruction of creative expression. Specifically, what we believe are obstruction attempts through the trademarking of common (single) words for titicular use in books / or as a book series (eBooks, print, and audio). Cocktales will only be available May 26th-August 26th. Pre-order your copy today Amazon: https://amzn.to/2II1tJT iBooks: https://apple.co/2IoO7CM...

#AvailableNow~~Pieces of Eight by Whitney Barbetti

Synopsis: Six was always there, even when I didn’t want him. But he couldn’t hold me together, and I couldn’t be his penance. Loss is a phantom limb. No one can see it, but the ache torments you in the night, distracts you during the day, and leaves you fragmented. I’m half a heart, half a soul, and nothing could cure the pieces he’d left behind. Losing him was safer than loving him. Because the love that kept us coming back again and again was nothing short of madness. But then, isn’t mad love the most honest? Tera’s 4.5 Blush...

#ReleaseBlitz~~ Six Feet Under by Whitney Barbetti

Release Date: April 25, 2018 Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs Photo Credit: Max Eremine     Synopsis   Six wasn’t the hero I needed. But he was the man I wanted. And it was my selfish craving, the desire to own him, that would be our undoing. No one tells you that love is a disease. An infection that tears your heart apart, leaving you half the person you were before. A malady that leaves open wounds. An invisible disorder tracing scars in the places you couldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them. I was sick, but love didn’t...

Release Blitz~~The Weight of Life by Whitney Barbetti @barbetti

Rating: Mila   “Don’t let go.” Those were my first words to him, as I hung over the side of a London bridge. The words I would soon say again, in a moment that didn’t involve bridges, but something much more fragile: my heart.   He held onto me for three weeks, in a time when I needed to be held. Needed to connect to someone who understood how loss tunneled unrepentantly through the fabric of your soul.   Although he said he’d stay, we both knew he wouldn’t. I had already survived one loss—I didn’t know if I’d survive...