By: Jeanette Grey
Blurb
Whispers
in the night lead to sweet surrender . . . but what will the dawn bring?
Anger. Guilt. Sorrow. They've strangled Cole
for years-and now they've literally damaged him. With his knee out of
commission, Cole knows the road to recovery will be nothing but long and
irritating . . . until his beautiful and determined neighbor offers to
help him in return for a favor. But soon Cole finds himself offering her so much
more. Their unexpected passion lays Cole bare, body and soul. And leaves him
wondering how he'll walk away before he ruins her life, too.
Gruff, secretive, and coiled with tension
that begs for release, Cole is too intriguing for Serena to resist. The English
accent and brooding brown eyes don't hurt, either. Their nights are beyond
compare-yet the truths Cole confesses in his darkest moments reveal a heart
bruised almost beyond repair. But Serena's seen the kindness and support he
shows when she needs it most. Armed with a bottomless well of patience and
devotion, she'll show Cole just how good it can be to let someone in . . .
Excerpt:
One last time,
she spoke his name, only for him to hurl the carton at the wall. He whirled
around, and the fridge door slammed shut with a clatter, the whole thing
rocking, something inside it falling over. With a crash, the eggs hit the
ground, but she couldn't see them.
All she could see
was this man, and the bands of control with which he was trying so damn hard to
keep himself together. And failing.
His ragged
inhalation was a hairline fracture to her ribs. His fist hit the front of the
fridge, and then his foot, and there was another, wetter, angry sound of pain
inside his lungs.
She was moving
before she could think.
She stepped
around the mess he'd made, right up to him. Those broad, strong shoulders still
radiated distance, still told her with everything he had in him to stay away,
but the hurt in his bones spoke louder.
And that was
something she could never ignore.
With a hand on
his arm, she tugged him around, and he resisted, clumsy with the crutches and
as stubborn as the day they'd met. But she managed to get a hand on his face,
to touch the stubbled line of his jaw, thumb brushing up against the corner of
his mouth. He let out a sound that might have been punched out of him, and her
own eyes went blurry as she pulled at him to look at her.
His gaze was
glass and steel, both ready to break and impossibly hard. A skittering pang
throbbed through her chest.
"I'm
sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry."
For his loss and
for asking. For everything.
Something in his
expression cracked. This time, when she tried to draw him in, there was no
resistance. One of his crutches tumbled to the ground, an arm going around her
waist. He pressed his face into her hair and let out a breath against her ear,
damp and shuddering, and she felt it like an ache inside her heart.
Closing her eyes,
she curled her hand around the back of his neck. There was something so raw
about him. Like he'd never said those words before, maybe not even to himself.
Like years had
passed since he'd been held.
So she tucked him
closer. Wrapped him up and took his weight. Took his confessions.
And tried to give
him back all she had in return.
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Author Info
Jeanette
Grey started
out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to
stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When she isn't
writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time
with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New
York.
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