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Authors: Tabatha Vargo
Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys)
Convincing Constance
Copyright © 2014 by Tabatha Vargo
All Rights Reserved. Printed in the United States of America.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manor whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events or real people are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Convincing Constance/Tabatha Vargo
Editing services provided by Cassie McCown/Gathering Leaves.
Cover Art by Regina Wamba/Mae I Design and Photography
Formatting by
Inkstain Interior Book Designing
ISBN-13: 978-1499236217
ISBN-10:
1499236212
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To the scars that hold us captive—
may you melt away and leave peace in your stead.
Scars. They never really heal
. The body attempts to restore you naturally, but the mind never forgets. You’re marked forever with memories, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t forget what it was that left you so broken and changed.
I was once unmarred, fresh with youth and promise, but in the blink of an eye it was all snatched away from me. I’m altered and not within reach of my old self. Even though the old me lingers just below my skin, begging for release, begging me to remember, I can’t. The memories only burn—they singe and sting flesh, bone, and brain.
False smiles get me through life. No one is able to see past my charade. No one except her. She’s somehow able to see the ghost of the boy I used to be. She’s unaware of her gift—her sixth sense. I’d never tell her that she has the ability to scar me even worse—to burn me in ways no memory ever could.
She’s unafraid of the beast I’ve become. She believes she’s able to reach the goodness in me—deep in my core. She taunts the other part of me and tempts him into making a full escape, but I’m the
gatekeeper. Only I can allow his release. And I’m afraid if I ever let go, I’ll never be safe again.
