Synopsis-
Emerson Hollis has always been a protector and does a job
that
most grown men wouldn’t do. She doesn’t do it because she
likes
it, she does it to protect the people and country she loves.
When stray bullets threaten to take away the only thing she
knows
how to do, it may actually prove to be exactly what she
needs.
Gentry Rice lives and breathes his job as a rescue swimmer.
That is
until the new guy on his crew brings a friend along for a
drink
after their shift. She’s everything he could ever want but
never knew
he needed.
The one thing they have in common could be the one thing to
pull
them apart.
Will Emerson be able to handle when her new path forces her
past
into the present? Can Gentry get her to see that things she
thinks
make her weak, are actually what force her to be strong?
Excerpt one-
“You’re hot as hell when you’re in your element, you know
that?”
“Oh yeah?” She pushes away from me and grins. “Is that the
only time you think I’m hot?”
“No.” I laugh. I have a hard time catching my breath when
she slides her hand under the hem of her shirt, exposing her toned stomach.
“Fuck no. All you have to do to have my cock beggin’ to be touched is breathe
in my vicinity.”
“Good to know.” Emerson winks at me before spinning and
heading toward the parking lot. Her hips swing with each step and it drives me
insane.
“How the fuck can I want someone so much that I only met a
few days ago?” I call out as she reaches for the door handle on her truck.
“Infatuation,” she yells back over her shoulder. I take a
few long strides and press myself against her back, forcing her chest against
the truck. I make sure I don’t press hard enough to hurt her and scrape my
teeth across the junction of her neck and shoulder. She moans, rolling her head
to the side for me. “I have a theory, wanna know what it is?” I nod against her
skin and wait to see what she has to say. “My theory is if we get it out of our
systems we won’t want each other as much.”
Doubtful.
“And why’s that?”
“Because I don’t wanna want you as much as I do and I think
that feelin’ you touchin’ me and gettin’ it out of my system will help.”
“What if I don’t wanna stop wantin’ you? What then?”
“You will. My appeal will diminish the second you get what
you really want.” She pushes me back using her ass and opens the door of the
truck, jumping in. “Follow me.”
Excerpt two-
“There’s only one way to get over it.”
“No, there isn’t!” I raise my voice, letting my feelings get
the best of me for a second before reeling myself in. I guess I’ve always
assumed that one day every ounce of hatred that I had toward myself would come
out. I just never thought that it would be because of a sixteen year old or in
front of a ton of people that have no right to know the things I’ve been
through. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to keep going. “You wake up in
the mornin’ and blame yourself for Sarah dyin’.”
His eyes snap to me, exactly where I need them to be. “I
hate waking up in the morning,” he mutters.
“I know.” I swallow hard. “I know because sometimes before
you have a chance to open your eyes you can forget. For just a few minutes
every day you forget what happened and everything is OK.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, finally lowering the gun to so it is
pointed at the floor instead of his head or one of us. I can hear the
exhaustion in his voice. “But as soon as I open my eyes it all slams back into
my chest. It hurts, Emerson. I can’t do it anymore.”
Excerpt three-
Pushing off the ground, he lifts me until I wrap my legs
around his waist and starts to wade into the water.
“Shit that’s fuckin’ cold,” he curses.
I toss my head back and laugh when I feel his entire body
start to shiver. “Don’t you jump into the ocean in the dead of the winter at
work?”
A look of confusion washes over his face when he looks at
me. “Well yeah, but I have shit on that helps keep me warm. I’m pretty sure my
dick just took up residence inside me and I became a woman.”
“Well why the hell are you carrying me into the water if
you’re freezing?”
“You were just sittin’ on the beach,” he says like it should
be obvious but when I still don’t understand what he means, he shakes his head
and keeps talking. “Your pussy is officially a sand trap and I refuse to
willingly put myself in a predicament that could ruin my game.”
“Did you just turn me into a golf analogy?”
“I could keep going if you’d like.” Forcing my legs from
around him, he sets me down in the water and I have to bite my tongue to keep
from screaming. It’s summer time, water should not be this cold right now.
After a minute my body finally adjusts and I dip down to rinse the sand off. “I
could come up with something about a nine inch iron or a drive… maybe a wedge.
But nothing about a putter. I don’t think I could make that work with what I’ve
got goin’ on.”
Excerpt four-
This. This right here is why I never let myself feel so much
for a person. As much as I want to keep saying that it was because I didn’t to
hurt them if something happened to me and I didn’t come home, I can’t. I
realize now that, more than anything, it was because I was afraid that they
would make me actually feel something again and they would break me. I closed
myself off after Sam died for a reason. Feelings and heartache fuck with
judgment and tear people apart. They can break you quickly and all at once, or
slowly, tearing you apart piece by piece until you feel like you’re nothing.
Sometimes, if you’re strong enough, you can bounce back, but other times you’re
left to live as nothing but a shell of who you used to be.
I spent years accepting that I would never be more than what
you saw. I was just a shell, and if you didn’t know the things I was capable of
all you would see was a pretty package. Foolishly I let Gentry breathe life
back into me, showing me that I could have more than I ever allowed myself to.
Now that I know better, all I need to know is how long it will take me to be
back to being fine as the empty shell again.
Blurb
Seven days. That’s all Ariana Coleman has to make it through
until her husband, Brett, gets home from the uncertain future that his job
holds for him. Seven days until she can touch him and they can finally get back
to living their lives.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours. That’s all that’s left of
being apart.
Ari has always been one to stick to routine while Brett is
deployed. One change that seems harmless leaves her wondering if the outcome is
her fault.
Will she be able to move on with what she is convinced is
her doing? Or will the wrong person showing up on her doorstep send her into a
depression so deep there may be no light in sight?
Katheryn was born in Maine and lived there until last year,
now residing in Southwest Virginia with her two asshole dogs. Growing up, she
was the only girl out of five children. Out of four loving, but hard-assed,
brothers she has been set on fire TWICE, shot at, left her with a burning car
and a five gallon container of gas, scared out of her mind every time they got
behind the wheel, and has enough hilarious stories and amazing memories to fill
a million books. It made her independent and every female character she writes
reflects strength and independence.
Katheryn books are full of page turning suspense, humor, and
enough steam to overheat your e-reader.
"There are no weak women, just weak moments."
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