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Blurb:
Audrey
Cooper has good memories Brighton Cove, Maine. She just hopes the quiet,
coastal village holds enough of them to silence the echoes of the living hell
she endured as a captive in the Middle East. Her career as a journalist is
over, but maybe—someday—she can convince her terrified muse to come out of
hiding.
As she
renovates the farmhouse she inherited from her grandparents, with her cat as
her sole companion, she learns to live with the loneliness…until the day a
handsome stranger with dark, haunted eyes helps her change a flat tire.
As an
artist, widower Lincoln Stewart has an eye for detail, and there’s no missing
that unmistakable spark of connection. In Audrey’s company, two years of grief
ease into bittersweet memory, and he finds himself envisioning a future as
colorful as his paintings. A future with Audrey.
Through
violent thunderstorms and terrifying flashbacks, Audrey and Linc discover their
broken pieces fit perfectly—in and out of the bedroom. But in the shadows, a
very real threat lurks. Someone who’ll stop at nothing to burn their
rediscovered dreams to the ground.
Excerpt :
Having stocked up on groceries and other
essential items, I began the trip to my new home a few miles outside town. I
hadn’t gone far when I realized by the thudding and the way the SUV was
handling that I had a flat tire. Brand-new vehicle. Great.
I pulled off to the side of the road and
got out to assess the damage. The tire was most definitely flat—probably from a
nail near the house. I would need to speak with the contractor about cleaning
up the area directly around the house and remember not to park too close to the
site. Lucky for me, I’d stowed the shopping bags in the backseat. Getting the
spare tire out of the wheel well should be a cinch. I turned on the hazard
lights and popped the back hatch.
A few minutes later, I had the jack in
place and was struggling to loosen the tire bolts. They were on tight, as they
should be, but it made it harder for an average woman to change the tire. There
had to be an easier way. This was too much like work.
I was standing up after having taken off
the last bolt when a white SUV pulled in behind me with a man inside. Help was
here. He walked up, and the first thing I noticed was his dark eyes. They were
the most beautiful shade of brown I’d ever seen on a man. Scorching. Then he
put on a pair of sunglasses. Still, he was handsome, with his matching dark
brown, shoulder-length hair, peppered with gray. He was tall and lanky and
appeared quite buff. Judging by the tan he was sporting, he might work
outdoors.
“Need some help?” he asked in a gravelly
voice.
“Yes, please.” I nodded, not knowing if I
could speak coherently if he asked me anything more. My heart was in my throat,
and gooseflesh covered me. How could I be so instantly attracted to someone?
“I see you’ve done the hard part. I’ll pull
this tire off and get you back on the road in a few minutes.”
I nodded again.
I watched him as he pulled off the flat and
looked it over before grabbing the spare from the back. He had to be at least
six foot three, and he even walked sexy.
“Looks like you ran over a nail. Need to stay
out of construction sites.”
He bent over and picked up one of the lug
nuts. The view of his tight ass in those formfitting jeans was heaven. I
wondered if he was married. I hadn’t noticed a wedding ring. Hell, that didn’t
mean a thing these days.
A few minutes later, he was finished and
everything was stowed back in my vehicle.
He straightened and dusted off his hands
before he held one out to me. “I’m Linc, by the way. If you need someone to fix
your flat, go see Curtis. Tell him I sent you, and he’ll make sure to get it
repaired quickly.”
“Thank you, Linc. I’m Audrey,” I replied,
shaking his hand and hoping I wouldn’t tie my tongue in knots. “What do I owe
you?”
“Not a thing.” He grinned. Perfect smile.
Perfect man. “You have a nice rest of your day, and remember what I said. Stay
away from those construction sites.”
“I’ll try. Thank you again.”
“My pleasure, Audrey.”
I watched that fine ass as he walked back
to his SUV. Damn, I certainly hoped he lived nearby. If he was any indication
of what the men looked like around here, I didn’t see myself leaving any time
soon.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jamie Salisbury
Bio
Writing romance
stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books
soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE
awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. In 2014, her novel, Life and
Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category and in 2015 Encore!
shared that nomination. Her books are self published.
Music, traveling
and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in
public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a
treasure trove of endless story ideas.
Contact Links
Twitter:
@JamieRSalisbury
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