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SPARK
BOOK THREE - THE STRONGER SERIES
J. MARIE
CONTENTS
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Author’s Note
About the Author
Connect with J. Marie
Copyright © 2016 J. Marie
Self - Published by J. Marie
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not
limited to printing, file sharing, and email without prior written permission from J. Marie.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or person’s living dead, are
coincidental.
Warning: This story is for mature adults only. It contains violence, mature and explicit content and non-
consensual / dubious, graphic sexual activity that some readers may find upsetting.
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ISBN: 978-1-370-84994-9
DEDICATION
This is for you. For the ones who have suffered. For the ones who have despaired.
For the ones who continue to fight every day to simply stay alive. And for the ones
who are already lost. It is my greatest hope that you find your way back to us, for I
am not done fighting for you...but only you can make yourself stronger.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This is just a special thanks from me to you, and not just for reading this story. By
doing so, not only have you helped spread awareness, but you helped donate to a
charity that supports victims of human trafficking. This horrific industry is very
real and is happening every day, all around the world. With a little help, we can chip
away at it until it's nothing but a dusty, dirty stain in our history.
This time, I would really like to thank my fans. You guys have been so patient with
me this year and I really appreciate all the love and support. Writing a book while in
law school while working a full-time job is not easy, but I did it! And I made it
10,000 words longer than the last book! So, thank you for sticking by me and
making this experience my dream come true.
I also want to send out a special thank you to my cousin Tara who spent the entire
holiday season on the couch thanks to some extensive back surgery and was still
able to beta read for me. Turns out you still have use after all, even if you are just
sitting on your ass! <3
To everyone else who was there to support me in this, I love you so much for it.
Also a super special thanks to my awesome team!
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1
BREAK
Sunshine peered in through the windows. Its warm glow lingered over my face, yet
it did nothing to lift my mood like it used to. I had just woken up from another
long nap that took up a good third of my day thanks to the heavy meds I was on;
though, to be honest, I didn’t want to be awake anyway. The past three weeks had
been nothing but torment, and if there was anything that could relieve me of it, it
was the deep abyss of my drug-induced slumber. At least, then, I was too numb to
remember my nightmares.
Practically shackled to my hospital bed for the first week on this godforsaken
island, I’d barely been allowed to move an inch without Darren’s approval.
Apparently, he wanted me to get as much rest as possible, so that meant the least
amount of movement as possible. And in a way, I was almost grateful … because I
had no desire to move even a single muscle. After one week of being bedridden, I
had been forced to start moving around again. Apparently, it wasn’t good to simply
waste away in my hospital bed. Another lesson in learning my body’s movements
were not my own decision.
Every move was painful—even breathing hurt—but apparently, sleeping off my
injuries wasn’t in my recovery plan. My wrist, jaw, and ribs might be broken, but
according to Darren and Sid, my legs worked just fine. I’d fought back winces and
tears as I was forced to walk through the halls of the house, straining against the
pain of breath, and showing none of it. I refused to let Darren see my pain. Just
because he had broken my body didn’t mean I had to act like it.
My wrist would remain in its cast for the next few weeks, and the wiring in my
jaw proved to be the most uncomfortable and humiliating experience ever. I
couldn’t really speak. Only mumbles or inaudible sounds could escape my lips, so I
eventually just gave up on my vocals altogether. Nurse Ginsby tried to teach me
some simple sign language to help me communicate, but I was only interested in
using the one containing a single middle finger.
Looking down at my bare left wrist, I found slight enjoyment in the lack of a
particular silver cuff on my wrist. There was no need for them here.