Publication date: February 11th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
~What's It About?~
Eddie Neff needs space. Not the type that country stars croon about, but physical distance from her emotionally distant father and the tatters of a broken relationship. So when the opportunity to relocate her life and interior design business arises, the answer comes easily.
Adjusting to life with Claire, her gregarious new roommate, is more than simply testing comfort limits. With just one meeting, Eddie finds herself unable to resist the draw of Harris Grant, Claire’s brooding and overprotective older brother.
Harris doesn’t fit her idea of a safe relationship. He pushes Eddie to face her deepest insecurities and fears of abandonment. And Harris holds on to his own painful loss, unable to overcome personal demons.
Eddie and Harris must learn to conquer their internal struggles. But as they navigate their new love, outside forces fight to drive them apart.
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~ Excerpt~
A buzzing in my purse makes me realize that my phone has been demanding my attention for the past few minutes. I’m not sure how long. Fifteen missed calls from Harris, two from Claire and a bevy of text messages. He’s calling right now.
“Hello,” I whisper into the phone.
“Where are you? Please, I won’t... Just, please, tell me where you are so I can come pick you up.” He sounds frantic. In the background a horn angrily blasts and he yells, “Shut the f**k up!”
“I didn’t say anything,” I stammer.
“No, the a**hole behind me. Where are you, Edith? I’ll come get you.”
“Oak Street beach.”
“F**k!” he roars, causing me to start. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there? Do you see anyone around you?”
“No. I’m all by myself,” I whisper.
“Stay put. I’ll be there in two minutes.”
The phone clicks and he’s gone. I cover my wet face with my hands and close my eyes to try and block out the whirlwind of emotions swirling around me like a violent tornado. I want to go home. Not just the home a few blocks away, but the safety of my room in Arlington.
I hear the pounding of sand, but I keep my eyes closed. Rough hands yank me into his arms, and he presses his face into the crook of my neck. Put side by side, his hands span the width of my back and curl around my sides. He rocks us back and forth.
“You’re safe, you’re safe,” he whispers over and over. It’s unclear if he is talking to me or to himself. We sit like that for a while, I don’t know how long, until he finally loosens his hold, and presses his forehead into mine gently.
“I’m sorry I ran,” I say softly.
“Of course you did, I attacked you like an animal. I was out of line.” We continue breathing in each others' air as the breeze whispers around us. He bunches me to him tightly, my safe haven.
“You’re not angry?” I ask timidly.
His eyes are closed when he responds, “Hell yes, I’m angry.”
I inhale deeply, waiting for what’s next.
“Not at you, Edith, only at me.”
A slow exhale lets out the breath I’m holding and I sag down in relief.
“That was unforgivable of me, treating someone so inexperienced that way.”
“Inexperienced?” I study his furrowed brow, his eyes still closed.
“You’re a virgin,” he says the word with awe, like I’m an undiscovered species.
I shrug out of his embrace, jumping up to my feet. “Virgin!” I squawk. “I’m not!”
Okay, having sex with two people doesn’t make me an all knowing sex goddess, but it’s been a few years since I lost that innocence.
“Hello,” I whisper into the phone.
“Where are you? Please, I won’t... Just, please, tell me where you are so I can come pick you up.” He sounds frantic. In the background a horn angrily blasts and he yells, “Shut the f**k up!”
“I didn’t say anything,” I stammer.
“No, the a**hole behind me. Where are you, Edith? I’ll come get you.”
“Oak Street beach.”
“F**k!” he roars, causing me to start. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there? Do you see anyone around you?”
“No. I’m all by myself,” I whisper.
“Stay put. I’ll be there in two minutes.”
The phone clicks and he’s gone. I cover my wet face with my hands and close my eyes to try and block out the whirlwind of emotions swirling around me like a violent tornado. I want to go home. Not just the home a few blocks away, but the safety of my room in Arlington.
I hear the pounding of sand, but I keep my eyes closed. Rough hands yank me into his arms, and he presses his face into the crook of my neck. Put side by side, his hands span the width of my back and curl around my sides. He rocks us back and forth.
“You’re safe, you’re safe,” he whispers over and over. It’s unclear if he is talking to me or to himself. We sit like that for a while, I don’t know how long, until he finally loosens his hold, and presses his forehead into mine gently.
“I’m sorry I ran,” I say softly.
“Of course you did, I attacked you like an animal. I was out of line.” We continue breathing in each others' air as the breeze whispers around us. He bunches me to him tightly, my safe haven.
“You’re not angry?” I ask timidly.
His eyes are closed when he responds, “Hell yes, I’m angry.”
I inhale deeply, waiting for what’s next.
“Not at you, Edith, only at me.”
A slow exhale lets out the breath I’m holding and I sag down in relief.
“That was unforgivable of me, treating someone so inexperienced that way.”
“Inexperienced?” I study his furrowed brow, his eyes still closed.
“You’re a virgin,” he says the word with awe, like I’m an undiscovered species.
I shrug out of his embrace, jumping up to my feet. “Virgin!” I squawk. “I’m not!”
Okay, having sex with two people doesn’t make me an all knowing sex goddess, but it’s been a few years since I lost that innocence.
~ Meet The Author~
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
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