High powered divorce lawyer, Victoria Larkin, is known as
the ice queen. Tough. Emotionless. What they don’t know, is that ten years ago,
she lost everything. Including her hope for the future.
Chase Monroe struggles with his own demons. Devastated by
guilt and on a mission to correct his past, he uses his skills as a college
psychology professor to help others move beyond their grief.
When Victoria is forced to attend grief counselling, she meets
Chase, and there is an instant attraction. Chase is determined to help her
confront her past and find happiness. Victoria is afraid to relive her pain.
Just as they begin to step forward, tragedy strikes and
throws them backwards, and they find themselves, once again, shackled to the
past.
Can Chase and Victoria find the path to a happy future
together? Or will they forever be wishing for yesterday?
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Clack. Clack. Clack.
The angry clicks of high heels on
linoleum thunders through the buzz of voices in the room, alerting me of our
newest arrival before she even emerges from the hallway. I check off her name on my list and fold the
paper, tucking it into the back pocket of my jeans. Lifting my eyes to the doorway, I await the
notorious Victoria Larkin.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting.
Maybe a monster with bright red claws.
Perhaps
a manlike woman with bulging muscles and a bowl cut.
What I don’t expect is a gorgeous, angry
angel.
A blonde, blue-eyed woman, despite it
being a casual, Saturday afternoon, fills the doorway with her fierce presence
and perfectly styled hair. Whereas
everyone else, including me, is wearing jeans and T-shirts, she’s overdressed
and out of place in her white silky, long-sleeved shirt that’s tucked into her
crisp, black pants. Her lips are blood
red, as if she snacked on the ducks that live on the pond behind the community
center before arriving and match her glossy, spiked heels.
Her nostrils flare in resentment as she
surveys the room. Disdain paints her
features as she makes quick work of eyeing up everyone in the room, clearly
judging them before she meets them. I’m
sure Bill seems like a dirty old man flirting with sweet Glenda. And Nate, probably appears to be some goofy
goon as he guffaws at a joke Claudia tells him.
The way she lifts her nose in the air in
a haughty manner has me bristling with irritation. What she doesn’t see is Bill, the man that
used to cry at every session over the loss of his wife of twenty-three years,
is finally beginning to smile and test the dating waters after three years
since her death.
What she doesn’t see is Nate, a single
father of three, who despite his laughter, aches for the loss of his wife Cindy
in Afghanistan. He struggles each day to
be mom and dad to his little girls.
What she doesn’t see is me, a psychology
professor that teaches about the five stages of grief, but most days, I'm
fighting depression and the self-loathing that threatens to swallow me up.
She may be sexy as hell—rockin’ the
whole naughty librarian look—but her insolence grates on my nerves. Her holier-than-though attitude leaves a sour
taste in my mouth and a desire to defend every single one of my friends to her.
When her sapphire eyes meet mine, relief
washes over her features and I sit up to face the woman head on. She ignores the diarrhea promised cookies
Glenda offers and stalks over to me.
With each step, I admire the way her full tits bounce with the
fabric. She may be a bitch, but she’s a
hot one.
Instead of
introducing herself, she sits on the chair beside me and clasps her hands in
her lap, lifting her chin high in the air.
I watch with interest as she then glances at the time on her expensive
watch and huffs.
“Jesus, I swear. People have no respect for other’s time. Time is money,” she gripes. “When a meeting begins at three, I expect it
to begin at three. Not three-oh-five.”
I raise a dark brow at her and steal a
glance at the clock on the wall that reads one minute till three.
“Bastards,” I agree, with a
chuckle. “Some of us have shit to do.”
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Elle Christensen
I'm a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and
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