Synopsis
I just want my Grace back. I want the girl I found sending
me dirty tweets on Saint Thomas. I want the girl who reluctantly gave in to my
charms and let me boss her around. I want the girl who sent me to my knees and
made me imagine what her fairy tale would look likewith me in it.
I just want to move on.I want everything she ever wanted,
and I want us to make it happen together. But the media needs more from us.
More dirt. More pain. More payment for past transgressions.
You can’t change the past. And even though Grace is ready to
put her demons to bed, mine are just starting to get restless. Because when
you’ve silenced as many enemies as I have, you know that secret won’t stay
buried forever.
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Excerpt
“Why am I not affected by this, Vaughn? Why doesn’t it
bother me that three days ago I shot a man? I killed a man. I think that makes
me sick. I’m a sick, sick person.”
“That doesn’t make you sick, Grace. That makes you strong.”
He kisses me again and then stands up and walks out of the plunge pool. My body
gets heavy and I immediately want nothing more than to get back in the water
and hide underneath its soothing surface.
Vaughn walks us over to the edge of the river, grabbing a
towel from the little cabana as he goes. He tosses it down on the concrete edge
and then places me on top of it. My leg hurts a little now and my clothes are
sticking to me. “Lift up your arms.”
I do as I’m told and he peels off the man-sized white
t-shirt. My nipples are erect and hard, my breasts firm and taut. I look up at
my husband and he’s shirtless too. I watch his fingers as he unbuttons his
jeans, kicks off his shoes, and then drops his pants. It takes both hands to
get the heavy wet denim to cooperate and when he’s finally standing there
naked, he puts his arms out and says, “This is me.”
And then he reaches down for my hand, like he wants to pull
me to my feet. I hesitate because of the pain it will take to stand up. But
then I decide to trust him and place my hand in his.
He pulls me up and I manage to keep the weight off my bad
leg and just balance on the good one. Vaughn holds me steady for a second, and
then he takes my hand and places it on his thickly muscled bicep. “Hold tight,”
he says.
I do.
And then his fingers unbutton my shorts and he tugs on them
for several seconds, rocking the sopping wet fabric over my hips until they
plop to the ground.
He steps back a little and I let go of his arm.
I put my arms out like he did and say, “This is me.”
I’m pulled back into an embrace and I notice everything
about this moment.
The sun is warm. The wind floats past my wet body, making it
cool. There’s a bird singing a sweet song on a branch above our heads.
His heart beats fast. Mine beats faster.
His lips touch my ear so softly I shudder.
“This,” he says, “is us.”
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About the Author
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).
She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.
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