Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr!
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Title: FINDING MY FIGHT
Author: R.G. Corr
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Day: October 25th
About FINDING MY FIGHT:
A perfect marriage? A beautiful home? Things are not always as they seem.
To everyone they knew, Ginny’s life with Blake Daniels was perfect. When Blake’s job takes them away from
home and the friends Ginny has known since childhood, things start to change. On their own, in an isolated
house, the man who held Ginny up through her mother’s passing is no longer the kind, supportive man she
thought she’d married. In his place now resides a cruel beast whose only desire is to control her. Ginny’s life
as she knows it, becomes indelibly marked with every bruise he leaves on her, and every callous word he sends
her way.
home and the friends Ginny has known since childhood, things start to change. On their own, in an isolated
house, the man who held Ginny up through her mother’s passing is no longer the kind, supportive man she
thought she’d married. In his place now resides a cruel beast whose only desire is to control her. Ginny’s life
as she knows it, becomes indelibly marked with every bruise he leaves on her, and every callous word he sends
her way.
When the unthinkable happens, Ginny is forced to find the strength she needs to leave and rebuild her life
without Blake. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what was still to come. Ginny believed the nightmare
was over, but it was only just beginning. Her husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here.
without Blake. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what was still to come. Ginny believed the nightmare
was over, but it was only just beginning. Her husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here.
For her.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
He can’t be back. It’s impossible.
My breaths come thick and fast as I run frantically down the road. Peering around the edge of my hood,
I check over my shoulder. I can’t see him. But just because I don’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t there…
biding his time.
I check over my shoulder. I can’t see him. But just because I don’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t there…
biding his time.
Hopelessness shrouds me as reminders of him continue to attack my mind. Blake… he can’t be here. He
can’t be back. It’s impossible. The rushed pounding of my boots landing on the concrete causes my panic
to surge. I want to cry out but what if he hears me?
Stumbling the last step to the house, I drop my keys and shopping bag to the ground below, the contents
spilling over the path around my feet. A sob catches in my throat as I desperately pick up the key. I have
to get inside, away from him. Raising my right hand, I try to steady the trembling with my left. When the
key slides into the lock and the click sounds, I push on the door with all my weight, almost falling inside.
spilling over the path around my feet. A sob catches in my throat as I desperately pick up the key. I have
to get inside, away from him. Raising my right hand, I try to steady the trembling with my left. When the
key slides into the lock and the click sounds, I push on the door with all my weight, almost falling inside.
Leaving the shopping splayed outside, I spin around and slam the door closed. The echo reverberates
around the small hallway, but I don’t pause for a second. I twist the lock and jerk the chain across.
Only then, as I lean back against the door, do I fight to take control of my breaths.
around the small hallway, but I don’t pause for a second. I twist the lock and jerk the chain across.
Only then, as I lean back against the door, do I fight to take control of my breaths.
How can this be happening? How can he be here?
My head judders from side to side in a state of shock and disbelief. The first tear forms before more follow,
falling to my cheek.
falling to my cheek.
The freedom I’ve had a taste of is now at an end. He warned me it would always be us, no matter what.
He won’t let me go twice, and I know I won’t be able to survive. Not again.
He won’t let me go twice, and I know I won’t be able to survive. Not again.
Hesitantly, I tread into the kitchen. The room appears uncharacteristically dark, but I don’t put on a light.
I don’t want to be seen. My focus flitters from corner to corner, door to door, searching for anything that is
out of place—but everything appears to be how I left it.
I don’t want to be seen. My focus flitters from corner to corner, door to door, searching for anything that is
out of place—but everything appears to be how I left it.
I move towards the window, standing back as far out of sight as I can. Gently, my fingers slide in between
the blinds so I can peer outside.
the blinds so I can peer outside.
Dark clouds make their way across the sky, droplets of rain are starting to fall again, and the trees sway
with the impending storm that’s been predicted. I scan over the few people that are walking down the path
on the opposite side of the road.
with the impending storm that’s been predicted. I scan over the few people that are walking down the path
on the opposite side of the road.
When I don’t see him, I look beyond, to the open fields.
“Where are you?” I say out loud. “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead!”
Withdrawing my fingers from the blinds, I move quickly to the cutlery drawer and take out a sharp knife.
“Dead!” I whisper in desperation. The fear encroaches as I think of the unimaginable and the possibility that
somehow my husband is still alive.
somehow my husband is still alive.
I retreat until my back hits the wall. Like I did months ago when I knew he was near. When I knew it was
time.
time.
I tighten my grip on the cold metal of the knife knowing that this time, I have no choice but to be ready for
him.
him.
My mouth feels dry, and I lick my lips reliving what fear feels like. The hairs on the back of my neck now
stand on end and my heart thumps louder, taking over the silence.
stand on end and my heart thumps louder, taking over the silence.
My legs slowly start to give way, and I slide down the wall as a broken sob rips from my chest.
I thought the nightmare had ended, but as I sit, gulping back my cries in an attempt to remain quiet, I fear
it’s only just beginning.
it’s only just beginning.
My husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here. For me.
When a voice calls out, my body jolts against the wall. The letterbox rattles as he calls my name through
the opening.
the opening.
My fingers tighten around the knife in my palm. He won’t hurt me. Not again.
About the Author:
R.G. Corr is a mum of three who has had an overactive imagination for many years. A discussion with a friend
at a soft play area, amidst the noise and mayhem of toddlers, finally convinced her to put pen to paper and
create her first novel.
R.G. lives in Nottinghamshire, England and although Sherwood Forest is just down the road, she prefers the
sight and sounds of Holywell Bay in Cornwall to provide the inspiration she desires. It has become one of her
most loved places.
When R.G. is not working or writing, you'll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book
boyfriend.
at a soft play area, amidst the noise and mayhem of toddlers, finally convinced her to put pen to paper and
create her first novel.
R.G. lives in Nottinghamshire, England and although Sherwood Forest is just down the road, she prefers the
sight and sounds of Holywell Bay in Cornwall to provide the inspiration she desires. It has become one of her
most loved places.
When R.G. is not working or writing, you'll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book
boyfriend.
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