The Darkness Within is the second in the Scars and and Stripes trilogy, this is a high angst story with a hard-won HEA for the two MCs. Featuring some heavy topics, this is an emotional ride that you won't be able to put down. Books 1 & 2 in the series are available now.
From the blurb:
You can’t give your heart away until you first learn to love yourself.
Nash
A mission gone sideways. My world turned upside down on a dime.
Held prisoner in the dark tunnels below ground, cut off from the world, I was hanging onto life by a thread. Wanting to end my suffering, but afraid to let go.
And then I was rescued. Dragged into the light. My first breath of freedom in twenty-two days. But I was still trapped in my nightmare, inside my head.
A prisoner of war.
Brewer
His mind may be broken, but his soul is still intact, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As his sponsor, I promised to help him find his way, to show him how to love himself again. I'm breaking all the rules of recovery by falling in love with him. But when you find the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with, you don’t want to waste another day apart.
The Darkness Within is the second book in the Scars and Stripes Trilogy. This hurt/ comfort MM romance deals with heavy topics such as addiction, mental health, PTSD, and a forbidden love that defies all the rules. A high-angst story that has a hard-earned HEA and cameos from Proof Of Life.
Excerpt:
Chapter 10 Brewer’s POV
Hot tears cloud my vision and drip onto the screen of my phone. How does he even wake up every morning and face another day? How do any of us?
“What were you singing?” My voice is barely a whisper, and he answers in the same tone.
“The sun will come out tomorrow.”
“Nash,” My voice breaks, and he knows I’m falling apart because his pain has sliced through my heart. He can hear it breaking for him.
“I’m so tired, Brewer. I just want to fall asleep and forget for a little while.”
Without a second thought, I climb out of bed, pull on a pair of old sweatpants, and make my way upstairs, past the living room, and down the hall, stopping at the third door on the left. I let myself into his room on silent feet, crossing the dark room to his bedside.
“Brewer?” He disconnects the call.
“Scoot over.” Nash doesn’t hesitate to move aside and make room for me. “I’ll keep watch while you get some rest.”
I should say some thing about boundaries, make it clear that I’m only here for his peace of mind, remind him that I’m only his sponsor, and that we won’t be crossing any lines beyond that, but when Nash cuddles into my side, winding his arm around my chest, I don’t say a word. And when he breathes a deep sigh of relief, like it’s his first easy breath in God knows how long, I keep silent.
Just for tonight, I’ll be his pillow, his lump buddy—I’ll be whatever he needs.
When I begin to hum the words to his song, I can’t stop my fingers from carding through his silky, blond hair. His breath slows, evening out to a soft, warm puff across my bare chest.
I will slay each and every one of your dragons.
I will chase all of the ghosts from the dark corners of your nightmares, until the sun is shining down on you, warm and bright, and safe.
I will be your light in the darkness, your hand to hold when you get lost and can’t find your way.
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