Title: Undone
Series: The Unbound
Trilogy, Book Two
Author: Kathy Coopmans
Genre: Adult Contemporary
Romance
Publish Date: October 8,
2019
Review Source: Love Affair with Fiction
Is it possible
to make up for the way we have hurt others?
I wonder if it
truly is.
Can we undo what
has already been done?
No. We can’t.
I know for a
fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate
slip of a tongue.
Words hurt.
They sting.
They burn.
The truth is, I
didn’t want to hurt Ellie Wynn, but I knew I would.
She was a
temptation I couldn’t resist. An addiction that lived in my blood, and I wasn’t
about to go in search of a cure.
Not when I
needed her.
Wanted her.
Craved her.
There are no
quick fixes to what I’ve done.
No pill to take
away her pain.
All I have is
the cold truth.
It’s brittle.
It’s brutal.
I’ll be damned
if because of it, I let her slip away.
They say that
time heals all wounds. What happens if your life is filled with tragedy after
tragedy? When all hope is lost and you can’t see the break through the clouds.
When all you see is gray.... can you heal? Having someone by your side that
will fight with every fiber in their being is what makes all the difference in
the world. When you know that person is on your side when nobody else is, makes
you want to fight the good fight, no matter how deep your pain.
When Ellie
entered Logan’s life, he knew that she was going to change it. Logan just
didn’t know in which way. He fought his feelings every step of the way until he
realized that he is not who she wanted any longer. It’s strange how quickly
things change when you realize you can’t have what you most desire. How hard
you will fight for the ones you love and never, ever give up.
Undone is a
story of unwavering love. Of determination to find true happiness, no matter
how hard and tragic life can be. Kathy Coopmans has done such an amazing job
here with capturing real, raw and true emotions. When life brings you down, you
can only be so lucky to have someone like Logan Mitchell on your side. I simply
cannot wait for the third and final book in the Unbound Trilogy.
“Goddamn it,
Ellie. I know you are up there. I’m not above breaking down this door. Please,
it’s you I want and need, not Whitney. You have to believe me. It’s not what it
seems.”
It is for me.
It’s ingrained in my skull, pushing into my bones and it’ll probably live there
forever.
“You were on top
of her,” I whisper once more. Afraid if I speak louder, he’ll hear me. “You
didn’t come after me. Worse, if she knows about me and you, then her brother
does too.”
Fear.
It sits like a
pillow over my face. I am suffocating and smothering from it.
I can’t let fear
take me over again. Always looking over my shoulder waiting for Shadow to catch
up to me, but I can’t deny he’s out there plotting inside of his sick mind
either. I can’t escape the threatening thoughts that Shadow will find me. They
take up every square inch of my mind.
“I need to find
my strength again.” It’s like it vanished into the air.
“Ellie, baby girl.
Sit, and I’ll get you something to eat. Run you a bath, anything you want. You
don’t have to talk to him, sweetheart. You owe him nothing. You owe yourself
everything. Don’t you let that beautiful mind of yours take you back to that
night, do you hear me? You are strong, a survivor.”
Renita is here.
Oh, thank God. She must have caught the first flight home she could get.
I barely
remember Norah calling her last night. The last thing I recall was our neighbor
Eric helping me out of the car, and up the stairs and the minute my feet hit
the landing, I ran to my bathroom, dropped to my knees and threw up. I sobbed
while Norah held onto my hair and held me, and Eric apologized over and over
that he thought I knew Logan was married. He carried me to bed, and I bawled
into the crook of Norah’s neck until I couldn’t see through my bloodshot and
puffy eyes.
“I’m sorry once
again, Ellie.” I hear Eric as he continues to speak, but I’m not sure what he’s
saying. It sounds distant and muffled.
Panic.
It’s clawing up
my chest and squeezing.
I clamp my eyes
shut, my mind searching for anything to grasp hold of and hang on. I see
nothing but the painful scars Whitney split open, and here I thought if I saw
her again, I’d stand my ground and kill her.
I have to get
out of here. I need to run far away.
Fear rushes
through my veins, and a strange, intense sensation rises and slithers down my
legs. I swallow hard, body shaking out of my control in a shroud of fear. What
if Shadow knows where I am? What if he’s standing outside the door? What if he
comes after me in the dead of night?
An invisible
hand clasps over my mouth, and in an instant, I’m back to that night, the night
where I was raped and beaten.
I gag, my skin
itching to be clean. I recall how my body jarred with each dirty thrust that
tore through me, how the pain seared through my skin and took away every
feeling of safety I ever had.
It was brutal.
My death
sentence.
That’s what it
felt like, and I escaped it for so long. Now it’s back with a vengeance that
rips right through my core of strength. Anxiety.
I can feel it
constructing like a snowball in the pit of my stomach. Rolling and rolling as
it grows into a giant ball that smashes against my insides and takes the air
out of my lungs. It slams into my heart, building a wall that cages in dread,
horror, and that ungodly emotion that never goes away. Terror.
I’m surrounded
by these emotions. I can’t get away. Can’t claw my way out. They are uncaring
and controlling and drowning me.
“Ellie, are you
alright?” someone asks.
No. I’m not. I
think I’m in the middle of a panic attack.
“Help,” I
squeak, having no idea if anyone hears me or not—my legs wobble. Everything
inside of me goes tight. I feel my ribs crowding as if bound by ropes,
straining to inflate my lungs. My head is a container of disarray spinning and
spinning and pushing my mind into blackness.
I want to run
far away.
I turn to face
Eric, Norah, and Renita, the three of them giving me sympathetic eyes.
“Help me; I
can’t catch my breath. Oh, God. He’s coming. Shadow is coming.” Everything
begins to spin, and it feels as if the ground is giving away under my feet. I
collapse onto my hands and knees, my breathing shallow and quick.
Not long ago, I
wondered how much more I could take before I broke. I’m breaking, and until
Whitney and Shadow are both dead, I might never be able to put myself together
again.
Don’t miss the
rest of this trilogy!
UNRAVEL —
Available Now
UNDONE —
Available Now
UNTWIST —
November 5
USA Today Best
Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her
husband, Tony. They have two son’s Aaron and Shane.
She is a sports
nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently
retired from her day job to become a full-time writer.
She has always
been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She
claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite
quote is “I got this.”
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