Unwanted
Vows
By: Beth Rhodes
Releasing August 25th, 2014
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WOUNDED
Samantha Hollister is done relying on other people to take care of—or abuse—her. Her ex-husband is out of the picture now…like her family home, the haven she intended to seek. Her father just sold it to her high-school sweetheart, the man who abandoned her many years ago for the army. The man who still makes her heart flutter. But Samantha has vowed to never be led astray again. She has a daughter.
WANTING
Despite being injured in action, Morgan Lawrence lives life to the fullest. Each day is a gift, and after five years he is finally one step away from opening a resort for wounded veterans like himself. Unfortunately, a woman stands in his way. And while she has changed, Samantha remains everything he’s ever wanted. Now it’s a matter of helping her see which promises are meant to be broken, and that being strong doesn’t mean one has to fight alone.
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Her little car bumped down the
drive, almost got stuck in a muddy bog, and skidded to a halt behind Morgan’s
oversized Chevy truck. Getting out of her car, she stepped onto the little bit
of grass left in the front yard and called out, “Morgan Lawrence.”
He couldn’t be far. His engine was
still clicking.
When he didn’t appear, she slipped
off her ridiculous high-heeled shoes and headed for the back porch. “Morgan!”
The silence was deafening and the
farther she went, the more agitated she became.
She was sick and tired of making
excuses. For her father when he was on a drinking binge, and for herself with
her controlling husband, who had wanted everything just so—to the point of
sociopathic OCD.
She would not start her new life by
apologizing and rationalizing her actions. She pounded on the back door then
opened it onto the porch without an invitation.
They’d been friends once, and he’d
been her first love. Maybe she’d left him hanging when she ran off and got
married. But she’d been so young and stupid… and scared.
“May I help you?” Morgan asked,
coming through the door from the kitchen. There was an edge to his voice that
hadn’t been there the last time they’d stood in this very spot.
It sent a shiver down her spine. “I
won’t apologize.”
“Well, good for you.”
“You said I would regret it.” Now
that she was standing in front of him, she could feel her emotions taking over
her attempt to remain calm, and she worked to control her reaction. “Don’t
count on it.”
A fire blazed in his eyes. “You came
all the way out here to challenge me?”
He drew close to her, the masculine
scent of him overwhelming her. She might have backed up if she wasn’t already
at the door, but she was…and she didn’t like encountering the mouse she’d
become. Drawing up to her full height, she blazed back, “I just want a chance
to make things right for my daughter. I will not have my entire life ripped out
from under me. For once, I am not giving up something I love without a fight.”
Angry tears pricked at the back of
her eyes, and she stood up to him, poking him in the chest. “I will fight for
what is mine.”
“You’re fighting the wrong person. I
do not have what is yours.”
“You have my home!”
Morgan grabbed her shoulders, firm
yet decidedly gentle. Her insides quaked, remembering a different time, a
different hold. His gaze dropped to her mouth.
He wanted to kiss her. She
remembered his eyes. The look that shot desire straight to her core. She hated
the pounding in her chest, the anticipation that flowed through her arteries
with oxygen-rich blood. Oh, lord, have I ever really gotten over this
man? “Please, I need—”
Morgan cut her off, staking her
mouth with bruising pressure. She met his punishing embrace, tasted his lips,
and tasted his frustration. His hands went into her hair and held her.
Lord, have mercy. Her hands went
loose and the shoes she’d been clutching fell to the hollow floor with a thud.
Her mind shut down.
He slowed his assault on her senses,
scraping his teeth along her bottom lip as he backed off.
She licked at the trails of heated
abrasion and sucked her lip into her mouth. How had she forgotten his touch?
Lips like honey and—
“Need anything else?” Animosity
rolled from him in waves.
“I—” I can’t think. She
cleared her throat, bringing a hand to her mouth where she attempted to rub the
memory away. “I—”
She was at a loss for words.
“Honey, if you’ve got nothing else
to say, maybe it’s best you leave.”
His slow twanging comment pushed her
back to reality. His sandy colored hair was messy, like it got when he ran his
hands through it. His hazel eyes—more green than gold—watched her with guarded
wariness and disappointment. He stood at the ready, ready to move, ready to
react. On the balls of his feet—foot.
He’d lost, too. Yet while he’d been
able to move on and live, she was still struggling to survive. There was life
beyond survival. How did she get to it? “I just need to find out how to get
back what is mine.”
Morgan lifted a hand.
She jerked back but knew in an
instant he’d merely been gesturing.
Shit. Where had that come from? It
had been months since she’d reacted at her most basic level. She controlled her
exhale, reminding herself of where she was and who she was and how she was the
strong one. But she didn’t feel strong.
Morgan frowned, stuffing his hand
into his pocket. “Some things you can never get back.”
Thank you for posting today! ~Gaele (for Lisa)
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