Impossible End (The Unchecked Series, #3) by Sybil Bartel
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2015
I stood by my brothers in the Marines and fought for my country. I gave my blood, sweat and flesh so that others could have a taste of freedom.
But my wife wasn’t free.
She’d been hunted, stalked, and forced to keep a secret no one should have to live with. I’d made her a promise. Her freedom, my rules, no questions asked. I thought I’d kept my promise but I made a mistake—a rookie mistake.
Now I was going to finish what I started. I was done playing games with the killer who’d murdered my wife’s parents and tracked her for sport. If he thought he was safe in a jail cell, he was wrong. No one puts out a hit on my wife and survives.
This ends now. I protect what’s mine…at whatever cost.
“I’m not going to apologize,” I warned.
Her bottom lip trembled. “I wasn’t going to ask you to.”
I pushed forward, saying what needed to be said. “We either move past this, or we move on…from each other.”
Her breath hitched and her tears broke free.
It took everything I had not to reach for her. “Make a decision,” I demanded.
“Why are you acting so cold?”
“I’m not acting.” This wasn’t an ultimatum. I knew how she felt about those. This was me giving her what she deserved. “I’m giving you a choice. Your decision. No strings.”
“Why are you doing this?” she cried.
I reached the end of my rope. “I’m doing this for you, damn it.”
She sucked in a gasp and it was as if understanding drained the fear from her face. “Move past it,” she said quickly, swiping at her tears.
I wasn’t ready to trust it. “You still scared of me?”
She shook her head.
Calmly, quietly, she did. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Relief washed over me. “Come here,” I whispered.
Her small body stepped into mine and I wrapped my arms around her.
But she wasn’t ready to let it go. “This is going to follow us.”
No us about it. I killed, she didn’t. “It’s over,” I reassured her.
“I feel like I’ll be looking over my shoulder my whole life.”
I caught her chin and tilted her face up. “Good.”
Her forehead creased with alarm.
“Because you know what you’re gonna see?”
Cautiously, she shook her head.
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.