My mind was blank. Like a chalkboard that had been wiped clean. I had nothing to say—at least nothing worth saying. He didn’t care. He didn’t want support, and even though it broke my heart to see others beat him with their words and hands, there was nothing I could do to save someone who didn’t want to be saved. He was right… I was putting my nose somewhere it wasn’t needed. I had been for six months now.

“Do you understand me?” he asked softly. His voice caressed my body in a blanket of warmth. He didn’t realize the good he could produce.

I nodded my head, willing the tears on the verge of slipping from my eyes away. Be strong.

“Good,” he said satisfied with the conversation. His hand slipped from my knee. I had to force myself not to rub the pain out of it.

The rest of the bus ride consisted of me sitting in the far corner of my seat staring out the window pretending his body heat wasn’t what I was feeling next to me. I was forcing myself to not lash out and say something to him—something that would only push him further from me.

As we pulled up to the school and the bus stopped, my heart felt as if it were going to beat out of my chest.

“Remember what I said, Maggie.” His voice was a whisper in the wind as he got out of the seat and pushed into the line to get off the bus. Those words would be the last he would ever speak to me unless I instigated him.

I couldn’t force myself to move. It was as if I had lost control of my body.

Eventually, I found my bearings and slipped into the back of the line, my mind drifting to Diesel’s words. I can’t be saved… Maybe he didn’t think he could be saved, maybe he didn’t think he was worth it—but I did.

Diesel was worth saving. He just didn’t know it yet.

Acknowledgments

Writing Fear You was a lot different from when I wrote Fear Me. With my debut novel, I didn't have the support of my family, readers, or bloggers because I kept my dream a secret for as long as I could for fear of failure.

This time around, I had a huge support system. Fear Me’s success was a wonder, and I have many people to thank for it. Because of you all, there is heavy anticipation for Fear You and I love it.

Family and Deven—as always, thank you for the support and putting up with my lack of time. Your patience has not gone unnoticed.

Pussycat Promotions, you guys put me on the map, and I owe a lot of my reader base to you ladies. Thank you, Kimie, Sharee, Kimmy, and Stephanie.

Robin, you were wonderful. You were always available and ready to help, and I’ll never forget it.

To ALL of the Twisted Sisters, you rock! I love everyone’s craziness and openness. Di, you were my inspiration for Diana though I’m not sure people will love you too much. However, your constant request for me to kill you offered me many laughs. Thank you!

Josi (J.L.) Beck, you blew in like a storm and like the dork you are. Thank you for listening to my many rants and your support. You graciously offered to advertise Fear You in your book and that means a lot to me. We are becoming great friends, and I hope it stays that way!

Jordan Silver you rock for many reasons with your unique, special ways! Thank you for welcoming me to your readers.

Rogena, I am so excited we are working together to edit Fear You. I can’t wait to see it all come together.

BEBE’s STREET MASTERS! My newfound and wonderful street team. Ladies, you are wonderful. That’s all I can say. We are a family of weirdos, and I love each and every one of you. Thank you for all the hard work.

Lisa, Angel, Tracey, Lydia, Vickie, Jamie, Ria, Sammy, etc. The list goes on for miles. You guys are awesome readers, and I thank you! If you have been an avid audience, then you know who you are!

Amanda, thank you for two awesome covers! I can’t stop staring!

Also By B.B. Reid

 

Broken Love Series

Fear Me

Fear You

Fear Us (Fall 2015)

Breaking Love (Coming Soon)

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About B.B. Reid

B.B., also known as Bebe, found her passion for romance when she read her first romance novel by Susan Johnson at a young age. She would sneak into her mother's closet for books and even sometimes the attic. It soon became a hobby, and later an addiction, influencing her life in a positive way.

Bebe is fresh out of undergrad college and has always wondered about the existence of her talent. When she finally decided to pick up a metaphorical pen and start writing, she found a new way to embrace her passion.

She favors a romance that isn't always easy on the eyes or heart, and loves to see characters grow—characters who are seemingly doomed from the start but find love anyway.

Fear Me, her debut novel, is the first of many.