Turns out I’ve got a low tolerance for being ignored.
It was Cam who offered occasional dates.
It was Cam who suggested we be exclusive “bed” buddies.
It was Cam who slowly began to disappear from my life, and I’m tired of feeling like nothing more than a warm body.
I deserve better.
When I find myself spending more time with my friends, it’s Sebastian who’s here for me when I need him most. There’s always been that “something” between us, but with his string of girls and Cameron in the way, I never really entertained the idea.
Enter one ex-girlfriend and another to my list of bullies.
One betrayal changes everything. I’m not settling anymore. I’m not doing what’s best for everyone else this time. No, this time I’m doing what’s best for me.
I’m tired of standing under this umbrella alone.
THE WAY BACK TO ME (The Way Book 1) – A College Bully Romance
NOTE: This is a second edition with major revisions.
“The Way Back to Me is one of those stories that sits in your soul and demands you to pay attention to it long after it’s been read. This book is only a beginning, but the emotions and honesty Mercier paints into the words will have you rushing for its second half.”
~ Ginger Scott, USA Today Bestselling Author
My life was charmed. I had the best friends ever. We were known as the Fab Five and our futures were planned out.
In a flash, everything was taken from me. I don’t know how to live without them. I don’t want to.
When to college, I see him.
Cameron Stone. Mr. Football. Mr. Popular. He’s definitely hot, but on the inside he’s vile. He made my childhood a living nightmare. I don’t know why he hates me or why he’s suddenly being so nice to me. All the sweet talk in the world won’t work. I know better.
So, why am I listening?
As a child, I trusted no one.
Then I found my best friends.
They gave me a family and saved me from a life of abuse that still has me messed up.
Then one of those best friends captured my heart.
Lincoln, tough yet tender, a walking contradiction.
He loves me too—flaws and all.
He’s the most patient man on the earth and understands my PTSD.
What he doesn’t understand is why our being intimate makes me feel “dirty”.
He’s not one of the men who abused me and he’d never hurt me. I know this. I believe it.
Still, the “dirty” creeps in even though I know what we do together is anything but.
He’s here now and he’s going to stay.
It’s time for me to talk to someone professionally.
I need to shed my unhealthy past in order to have a healthy future with the man I love.
If I don’t, I just might lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me—and there’s not enough therapy in the world to get me through that.