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Release Date: July 31, 2014
Published by The Writers Coffee Shop
Summary
Sent to the family ranch to overcome his addiction, Taylor Reese is angry and hurt. Feeling rejected by his father and brother, Taylor throws himself into ranch life to help him forget. He struggles with his addiction, though he refuses help. But it isn’t long before it hits him hard how much his life has spiraled out of control. He begins to question every aspect of his life, and the confusion leaves him floundering and looking for something, or someone, to cling to.
Libby Karlin is cautious, wary of Taylor’s presence. His brutal honesty and lack of respect claw at her composure. Her dark past makes her reluctant to let anyone near her family, but when Taylor strikes up a friendship with her son, Libby finds herself drawn to the sadness within him. His experiences are no secret to her. She sees where his world turned upside down and offers him a helping hand. But her own secrets stay buried, locked away until a knock on her door has her gasping for breath.
Libby’s fear paralyzes her as she comes face to face with her demons and, determined to stay strong, she battles for a way out.
Could dealing with their pasts really give them a future?
About the Author
M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.
She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Running keeps her sane, along with knitting and listening to loud music.
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!!
Taylor tore his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. It wasn’t very warm out, but the cotton was wet with sweat and had been clinging to his torso, chilling him more than the breeze. He stalked back toward the lump hammer and pile of wood, keeping his complaints low and muttering to himself.
“You’ve got an hour before you’re a human fence.” Josh turned away with a small smile playing across his lips. “And as amusing as that would be, I don’t fancy the hospital bill when Candy tramples all over your ass.”
Taylor frowned, speaking to his retreating uncle. “Is Candy another one of your friends, then? Like Libby?”
Josh lifted his hand, batting away the comment. “It’s a horse, dumbass. And that horse will leave hoof-shaped bruises all over you if you don’t get to work.”
Taylor’s blood boiled. He could do something as simple as fix a hole in the stupid fence. It didn’t take a genius to work it out.
Spitting mad and driven by aggression, Taylor lined up another post and whacked it into the ground with a loud roar. He raised the lump hammer again and brought it down heavy on top of the wood. His muscles protested, but he refused to give in, thumping the hammer onto the post again and again until it was firmly embedded in the dirt.
After lining up the next one, he ignored his deep gasps for breath and pounded the post into the ground far faster than the last. His groans of exertion echoed around the mountains surrounding the ranch, each rise of the hammer eliciting another deep grunt. He told himself he could do this. It was a menial task. He’d prove he was better than them all, and that he wasn’t ruled by the drug he’d used. They were wrong about him, and he’d make each and every one of them eat crow.
A light cough behind him made him spin around, his hammer stalling high in the air. His chest heaved as he fought for breath, and when his arms shook, he lowered the hammer carefully to the ground. He squinted at the approaching redhead.
“I brought water.”
Taylor waited, watching the way Libby’s green gaze drifted over his naked torso. Her cheeks were tinged a rose pink, and the water rippled in the glass, but she didn’t look away.
“Why didn’t Josh bring it out himself?”
Her brows snapped together, little lines appearing between them. “Josh didn’t send it. I saw you from the kitchen window. You looked hot.”
“Really? Good to know I do it for you.” he said, amused by the way she cringed. He waited for her to apologize or rush away, but Libby stood her ground. She looked him up and down, still holding out the water for him.
“Are you going to take this?”
He shrugged, dropping the hammer to the ground. Libby kept her eyes on him, and he took a step forward, licking his lips. “Why don’t you bring it to me?”
“Because I’m not your maid,” she said, her eyes flaring. “I came with a peace offering, hoping you’d apologize for the way you spoke to Levi. I don’t actually like you.”
Taylor took another step closer. “You don’t have to like me to appreciate the view.”
The glass hit the ground hard. Libby snarled, turned, and stalked back toward the house. He could hear her mutterings, no doubt calling him every rude name she could think of. It made him laugh, and the urge to annoy her further had him shouting at her retreating back.
“Drink me in, Blue. Lap up every damn inch of me and enjoy it while you can.”
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!!
Taylor tore his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. It wasn’t very warm out, but the cotton was wet with sweat and had been clinging to his torso, chilling him more than the breeze. He stalked back toward the lump hammer and pile of wood, keeping his complaints low and muttering to himself.
“You’ve got an hour before you’re a human fence.” Josh turned away with a small smile playing across his lips. “And as amusing as that would be, I don’t fancy the hospital bill when Candy tramples all over your ass.”
Taylor frowned, speaking to his retreating uncle. “Is Candy another one of your friends, then? Like Libby?”
Josh lifted his hand, batting away the comment. “It’s a horse, dumbass. And that horse will leave hoof-shaped bruises all over you if you don’t get to work.”
Taylor’s blood boiled. He could do something as simple as fix a hole in the stupid fence. It didn’t take a genius to work it out.
Spitting mad and driven by aggression, Taylor lined up another post and whacked it into the ground with a loud roar. He raised the lump hammer again and brought it down heavy on top of the wood. His muscles protested, but he refused to give in, thumping the hammer onto the post again and again until it was firmly embedded in the dirt.
After lining up the next one, he ignored his deep gasps for breath and pounded the post into the ground far faster than the last. His groans of exertion echoed around the mountains surrounding the ranch, each rise of the hammer eliciting another deep grunt. He told himself he could do this. It was a menial task. He’d prove he was better than them all, and that he wasn’t ruled by the drug he’d used. They were wrong about him, and he’d make each and every one of them eat crow.
A light cough behind him made him spin around, his hammer stalling high in the air. His chest heaved as he fought for breath, and when his arms shook, he lowered the hammer carefully to the ground. He squinted at the approaching redhead.
“I brought water.”
Taylor waited, watching the way Libby’s green gaze drifted over his naked torso. Her cheeks were tinged a rose pink, and the water rippled in the glass, but she didn’t look away.
“Why didn’t Josh bring it out himself?”
Her brows snapped together, little lines appearing between them. “Josh didn’t send it. I saw you from the kitchen window. You looked hot.”
“Really? Good to know I do it for you.” he said, amused by the way she cringed. He waited for her to apologize or rush away, but Libby stood her ground. She looked him up and down, still holding out the water for him.
“Are you going to take this?”
He shrugged, dropping the hammer to the ground. Libby kept her eyes on him, and he took a step forward, licking his lips. “Why don’t you bring it to me?”
“Because I’m not your maid,” she said, her eyes flaring. “I came with a peace offering, hoping you’d apologize for the way you spoke to Levi. I don’t actually like you.”
Taylor took another step closer. “You don’t have to like me to appreciate the view.”
The glass hit the ground hard. Libby snarled, turned, and stalked back toward the house. He could hear her mutterings, no doubt calling him every rude name she could think of. It made him laugh, and the urge to annoy her further had him shouting at her retreating back.
“Drink me in, Blue. Lap up every damn inch of me and enjoy it while you can.”
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