And it was my selfish craving, the desire to own him, that would be our undoing.
No one tells you that love is a disease. An infection that tears your heart apart, leaving you half the person you were before. A malady that leaves open wounds. An invisible disorder tracing scars in the places you couldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them.
I was sick, but love didn’t heal me.
Instead, it festered in my marrow, and drove me to unforgivable mistakes.
Six was my first mistake, but he wouldn’t be the last.
Six Feet Under hit home for me in a way that I didn’t think it ever would. She hit all of the ugly chaos that mental illness can bring. She also hit the nail on the head when it comes to the daily fight and struggle to be more, to try to find a way to express yourself in such a way that won’t destroy you and every one around you. It was a glimpse in to a world that I lived with my daughter for years, except this time I was able to see it through her eyes. It was quite eye opening.
Six and Mira are beautiful chaos wrapped up in a toxic love that sucks you in. Mira will make you angry, she will make you sad, and she will make you want to wrap her in a hug and show her the goodness of the world. Then she’ll start the cycle all over again and set your emotions spinning. To say she is complex is an understatement. Six is a constant in a mad world of uncertainty. He is the calm in her storm and the one person that can seem to break through to her.
Their story isn’t pretty, it’s gritty and raw and not for those who crave hearts and flowers. It’s a story that you won’t be able to put down and make you impatient for the conclusion
Release Date: May 9, 2018
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo Credit: Alexander Kuzmin Photography
Pieces of Eight (Mad Love Duet – Book 2) – available 5/9
Six was always there, even when I didn’t want him.
But he couldn’t hold me together, and I couldn’t be his penance.
Loss is a phantom limb. No one can see it, but the ache torments you in the night, distracts you during the day, and leaves you fragmented. I’m half a heart, half a soul, and nothing could cure the pieces he’d left behind.
Losing him was safer than loving him. Because the love that kept us coming back again and again was nothing short of madness.
Whitney Barbetti is really, truly awful at writing in the third person, so we’re just going to change this bio up a bit and write it as first person.
I am married with two boys. When I’m not changing diapers or cutting food into tiny bites, I escape to Starbucks for hours. My blood pressure actually drops the moment I walk in, hear the baristas call my name, and inhale the aroma of coffee beans. And I don’t even like coffee.
I love music and have a playlist for everything. Queen is my very favorite.
I like watching creepy shows when I am home alone but then I instantly regret them once my mind starts breeding irrational fears. I try to channel my fears into my books as a way to cope.