Tyson by Kathy Coopmans Excerpt Reveal

My insides

shake as she walks out with a warm breeze only to be replaced by the freezing

chills and the ice cold stare of Jude. He shuts the door behind him, stands

firmly in place and stares me down.

“That

intimidating look may work well on the criminals you pick up; I assure you,

Jude, it will not work on me. Now, what can I help you with?” Yes, I know that Tyson and his friends are

cops. I know everything there is to know about him. He left as planned for the

Army shortly after I left him. He’s a womanizer. Sleeps around, drinks and gets

into fights. He’s angry, bitter and out of control and it all reflects back on

me. I’ve studied the symptoms of a broken

person. I’m one myself.

I know very

little about his time at war. I’m sure some of his anger stems from there. I

feared for his life every day. Kept up with the news and terror weighed on my shoulders

every second he was deployed. I’m so proud of him for what he’s done with his

life. Coming from a young kid with the odds of turning into a criminal stacked

against him to a man of honor. A soldier turned cop. I couldn’t ask for a

better man than him.

I still

haven’t been able to let him go. The man I left lives in the tattered mess of

my heart, and I never stopped praying our lives would have been different, that

fate wouldn’t have snuck up on me and kicked my feet right out from under me. Stole our chance at happiness. I’ve loved Tyson

since the first day I laid my eyes on him. Through time and therapy, I thought I would be able to stop

loving him. That there was no way, love

could be this strong that months, years and a decade later it would still

linger. The precious memories I kept locked away swarmed to the forefront of my

mind the minute I saw him again. Stolen kisses, bodies tangled together. Our hearts so full of promises to one another. I

broke them all. Broke him. Broke me. I’m here to fix it. Somehow.

 I remain calm matching Jude’s gaze while every

cell in my body is a quivering mess. My stomach shifts uneasily and sweat

breaks out at the nape of my neck. But, I will not falter or allow him to see

that his presence is terrifying me.

“When Tyson

first told me it was you I didn’t want to believe it. I prayed for you to

disappear, to crawl back under your rock and stay the hell away from him. Now

after seeing what this is doing to him. I’ve changed my mind. Before I get into

why I think you owe me an explanation as

to what your plans are, I want you to know I’m standing here not trying to

intimidate you. I’m here to tell you if your reasons are not legit. I will

fucking destroy you.” Good luck. You can’t destroy something that’s already

broken.