I have a lot to celebrate today. It’s the three-year anniversary of my officially becoming an indie author, and to help celebrate that achievement, I’m releasing my fifth book: Falling Ash, a Dark Dystopian Romance. It’s available now to 1-Click or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.
This book won’t be for everyone. It’s a Dark Romance that comes with the same strong warning I used for The Ransom Series. That said, I tried to balance the dark and the romance in this book. Even though it’s all fantasy and escapism, I wanted the romance to be believable because I do think it’s possible to find love amidst darkness.
I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’d love to hear your feedback and find out if you want more, because you wouldn’t believe the sequel idea that quickly developed in my head when I finished writing the first draft of this book.
I proudly present to you Falling Ash, a Dark Dystopian Romance by A.T. Douglas:
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He has me. He holds me. He’ll never let me go.
I’ve faced my fair share of challenges this year. I’ve endured physical and emotional pain and survived the attacks that led to the self-destruction of society, but I don’t know if I can survive this.
I may not want to.
My name before he took me was Ashleigh, but now I’m only Ash.
WARNING: Falling Ash is a Dark Dystopian Romance novel intended for mature audiences 18+. It contains disturbing situations, graphic violence, strong language, and sexual content.
Darkness and silence fill the room around me. I try desperately to bring my limbs close to my body, mankind’s natural reaction to retreat inward to its fetal position in times of fear and crisis. I’m physically unable to move, though, my hands bound by leather cuffs dangling me in a strained position from chains directly above my shoulders. My ankles are similarly bound at the floor, my feet barely able to reach the hard surface because of the short distance that the chains keep my legs spread apart.
My breathing quickens erratically as I struggle against the bindings. The rapid movements of air to and from my lungs become deafeningly loud in the complete stillness around me.
Then it all stops. The slow and heavy sound of footsteps from an area nearby halts all movement of my limbs and inhalations from my lips. The muffled sounds of someone approaching grow louder, weighted with purpose, their malicious intent becoming clearer with each step.
The door creaks open, a blinding beam of white light pouring into the room directly at me. I immediately look away, more to avoid seeing what or who will come in next than to avoid the harsh light. The steps aren’t muffled anymore. They’re right here approaching me, quickening in pace until they’re upon me, overtaking me.
“What is your name?” a deep voice asks.
I say nothing. I don’t move. Despite all that I’ve endured since the end of last year and despite how strong I’ve pretended to be, I don’t know that I can face this.
“What is your name?” The voice is more demanding now, the tone quickly escalating to one of anger.
My mouth opens fully intending to speak, but I can’t get anything out. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel like I can hardly breathe.
“Your name.” All patience gone, he grabs my chin and forces my face forward, though my eyes only see his dark outline against the blinding light from the doorway.
“Ashleigh,” I breathe out, and his hardened grasp on my skin instantly releases.
He steps back just enough to look me over from head to toe, then stills before me. “Ash,” he declares definitively. “That will be your name here.” He turns and takes two more steps away, then barely glances over his shoulder at me. “That will be my name for you.”
Without another word, he quickly exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving me back where I started, drowning in darkness and struggling to survive.