Break My Fall
by M. Mabie
Publication Date: Aug 28, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
"The first time I returned to Lancaster was for my brother's funeral.
The second
time was for Myra."
For twelve years, I lived alone in my cabin, building a life with my two bare hands. I was free from their rules, their policies, and their lies.
They are a
cult.
My father is
their leader.
To protect my
brother's widow, I'm making her my wife. It's her only way out.
But drawn to
the purity in her deep blue eyes and the innocence of her gentle voice, I
wonder if I'm not the biggest monster of them all. I have to save her from them
and myself. Because every second I spend with this timid woman, I fight the
urge to claim her.
Own her.
Make her
truly mine.
And I know
it's wrong.
I will break
her fall—if I don't break her first.
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MY
REVIEW ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Break My Fall by M. Mabie is a captivating story that I just can’t get
enough of.
Abe is a hard working, honest and reliable man who escaped the clutches
of his cult years ago.
Upon his return to that sect for his brother’s funeral, he meets his
brother’s widow, Myra.
Myra is kind, caring and meek. She has been groomed and oppressed by her
cult to have the men make decisions for her.
Upon her husband’s death, she starts to question her life and what will
happen to her.
When Abe proposes an out via marriage to him, she immediately accepts
believing with all her heart that God has answered her prayers.
With Abe wanting Myra, he must extract what his true feelings are for her
versus those beliefs the cult had engrained in him so many years ago. While
Myra must learn to live independently and for herself.
This was wonderfully written and completely absorbing. It is told in dual
POV. Not knowing much about cults, this story does seem realistic.
I was glad to see that the relationship between Myra and Abe developed
slowly. It was a slow burn and I enjoyed every second of it.
This book did end on a cliff-hanger which left me aching for the next
book.
excerpt
A cloud of smoke followed the silver-haired woman out the door of the main building onto the covered porch outside, and she shot the butt of her cigarette into the dirt in front of the semi.
“Your mother’s been trying to reach you.”
My phone had died two days earlier, and I’d forgotten to bring a charger. Mom was the only person I still spoke with from Lancaster, but it was rare for her to call me, and I only reached out a few times a year.
“Say what she wanted?” I asked and slid my hands into worn leather gloves.
“Honey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your brother passed away last night.”
Ted Grier hung back in the doorway, watching. Both of their faces wore sympathy.
“Pardon?”
“Your brother passed, Abe. You should call her back. Come on in and use the phone.”
I hadn’t spoken to my brother in years, but when I left home with no plans to return, I just assumed things would stay how I left them. They’d cling to their Bibles and bands and keep living in their own warped version of reality. They’d stay tucked under the strict thumb of the Legacies and God, or at least the way they interpreted him, and I’d live my life in the woods, free of their judgment and rules.
Alone and how I liked it.
They lived how they wanted, and I did the same.
I squinted in the mid-day sun, and the tension in my neck pinched even tighter.
“Jacob died?”
Ted limped to the stoop, tapped a Camel from his pack and lit it. “Son, you wanna come inside for a minute? Call your family?”
I did not. Calling them was the last thing I wanted.
It was almost noon, and I still had more than half day’s work to finish. The tobacco in the air was thick as I pulled it into my chest. “I’ll call when I get home.”
It was supposed to rain for the next four days in the hills, and there was work that needed to be done. Calling in the middle of the day wasn’t going to do anything but put me behind, and my brother would still be dead that evening.
Meet The Author
M. Mabie
lives in Illinois with her husband. She writes everything from steamy romantic
comedies to angst-filled, pull your hair out drama. She enjoys it all. With her
unconventional love stories, she tries to embody "real-life romance."
She cares
about politics, but will not discuss them in public. She uses the same fork at
every meal, watches Wayne's World while cleaning, and lets her dog sleep on her
head. She has always been a writer. In fact, she was born with a pen in her
hand, which almost never happens. Almost.
M. Mabie
usually doesn't speak in third-person. She promises.
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