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of the Colorado wilderness. She never planned on being rescued by seven bikers and
brought to their clubhouse. While the other bikers welcome a female presence, their leader,
Charm, is not impressed. As Neve recuperates, she begins to see that there's much more to
this club president than she thought possible. However, while she might've run, she can't stay
hidden forever.
carried from nearby as they yelled to each other, amid sirens screaming in the distance.
I had no idea where I was.
“Miss? Can you hear me?” A yellow man asked, as he knelt next to me, concern marring his
features. I was disoriented—exhaustion threatening to pull me back into blissful oblivion. He
obviously wasn’t yellow, just wearing a suit that color.
Aramid fibers, my brain urged, and I struggled to remember how I knew that.
“Miss?”
I began coughing until my eyes watered, but I couldn’t get a full breath. My chest felt as if it
would crack open from the strain.
The outer shell usually consisted of a Kevlar type material…what was it called?
Someone else knelt down on the other side of me, shining a small light into my eyes. Mouths
moved, but I only heard the rush of blood in my ears. I turned my head ever so slightly to the
left and that was when I saw it.
An inferno.
Incidentally, that was when I remembered that the material was NOMEX, but instead of being
relieved, I was left with more questions than answers. I felt the moisture on my cheek as a
tear escaped, before being lifted onto a stretcher and driven away from the devastation.
I wanted to wail and scream, but I’d caused this.
Not so very long ago, the sirens wailed loudly and the world that I’d known ceased to exist.
I discovered that, sometimes, it’s not giants with booming voices or cackling witches who
swoop down from the sky—it’s not even a curse cast by an enchantress. Sometimes, the foe
that steals away everything you held dear is the reflection in the mirror. The villain you never
imagined—the evil you never saw coming…you.
“Miss? Can you hear me?” A yellow man asked, as he knelt next to me, concern marring his
features. I was disoriented—exhaustion threatening to pull me back into blissful oblivion. He
obviously wasn’t yellow, just wearing a suit that color.
Aramid fibers, my brain urged, and I struggled to remember how I knew that.
“Miss?”
I began coughing until my eyes watered, but I couldn’t get a full breath. My chest felt as if it
would crack open from the strain.
The outer shell usually consisted of a Kevlar type material…what was it called?
Someone else knelt down on the other side of me, shining a small light into my eyes. Mouths
moved, but I only heard the rush of blood in my ears. I turned my head ever so slightly to the
left and that was when I saw it.
An inferno.
Incidentally, that was when I remembered that the material was NOMEX, but instead of being
relieved, I was left with more questions than answers. I felt the moisture on my cheek as a
tear escaped, before being lifted onto a stretcher and driven away from the devastation.
I wanted to wail and scream, but I’d caused this.
Not so very long ago, the sirens wailed loudly and the world that I’d known ceased to exist.
I discovered that, sometimes, it’s not giants with booming voices or cackling witches who
swoop down from the sky—it’s not even a curse cast by an enchantress. Sometimes, the foe
that steals away everything you held dear is the reflection in the mirror. The villain you never
imagined—the evil you never saw coming…you.
herself out of trouble. Her mother was not amused. In junior high, she began writing fractured
fairy tales from the villain's point of view and that was the moment she knew that she was
going to use her powers for evil instead of good.
In 2003, she moved to Denver and met the love of her life. After some relentless stalking and
a few well-timed sarcastic remarks, the man eventually gave in to her charms and wifed her
so hard. They welcomed a son in 2007 that they named after their favorite Marvel superhero,
Spiderman.
Sick of seeing beautiful mountains through their window every day, the three escaped back to
the desolate landscape of the west Texas desert in 2009. She welcomed her second son not
long after and soon realized that being surrounded by three men was nothing at all like she'd
imagined in her fantasies.
After an unplanned surgery in 2014 and a long pity party, she decided to pen a novel about
the worst thing that could happen to a person in order to cheer herself up. She's twisted like
that. Thus, From This Day Forward was born and the rest, as they say, is history.
Not only does Shannon enjoy stalking people, she also has a fondness for being stalked.
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