Title: Inseverable
Series: Carolina Beach #1
Author: Cecy Robson
Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
Release Date: June 21, 2016
Synopsis
How can you imagine forever with someone who's leaving
everything behind?
Callahan, a former army sniper, wants to make an escape from
his past and everything he experienced at war, but most of all, just not feel.
Feeling leads to pain and he's suffered enough. When he inherits a house on
South Carolina's Kiawah Island, he packs his bags, lured by the peace and
seclusion he thinks it will bring. But, Callahan never counted on meeting
anyone like Trinity . . .
Trinity has always been the cute, and funny one, who most
guys overlook in pursuit of her "hot" friends. She became used to
being everyone's pal, until the day the young man she was attracted to, was
drawn to her in return. He became her first great love, and first crushing
heartbreak when she found him in bed with one of her closest friends.
To move forward, and to carry out her commitment to helping
those in need, Trinity enlists in the Peace Corps, but not before returning to
Kiawah for one last memorable summer. She just never imagined it would be so
unforgettable.
Callahan doesn't want to get close to anyone-let alone
Trinity. He finds her perkiness insufferable and her attempts to entice a smile
distracting. After all, he's in Kiawah to leave all feelings behind. But when
it comes to Trinity, who feels everything, it's hard not to feel something.
Neither expected to fall in love. And no one could have
predicted how inseverable they'd become.
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Excerpt
Prologue
Callahan
Three days.
That’s all I have left until this shit ends.
Three days shouldn’t feel like forever, not compared to the
eight years I’ve bled to the Army. Thing is, good men have been killed in less
time. In as quick as a blink, a squeeze of a trigger, or a small breath right
before a grenade blows is all the time it takes to shove someone right out of
life and well into death.
That’s what makes three days as long as it is. Three days is
plenty of time to die.
My eyes tear when the wind picks up and shoots grime through
the small hole of my lookout point. This blown out piece of cinderblock is only
big enough to allow me a view of the street below, but not so small I don’t get
smacked in the face with more filth. The tarp flaps above me as I spit out
another layer of the dirt-sand mix spackling my teeth. Christ Almighty, I need
a swig of the water resting near my elbow. But my thirst, like everything else
has to wait.
I have a job to do.
I adjust my hips against the cracked cement of my bed,
bathroom, and home all rolled into one, thankful that the agonizing ache
stretching over the lower half of my body has settled into a now familiar
numbness.
Out of all the points I’d scouted, and all the accumulated
years spent in this position, I should be used to it. And in a strange way, it
should almost be home. Yet nothing ever has been home.
But in three days, maybe something finally will be . . .
I shove my thoughts away and breathe as my fellow Rangers
stalk along the street. It’s then I see them, a mother and daughter walking
straight toward my team. Less than one city block separates them from the men
counting on me to keep them alive.
The hell? How did they get past the other sniper unreported?
Rogers is new on watch. But the quick paces these two are taking should have
clued him in that something’s up. I train my scope on their faces; their
expressions are blank, unreadable. ‘Cept that’s not what keeps my attention.
The little girl can’t be more than five. So why the fuck
isn’t her mother holding her hand? I lift my radio and bark a warning, dropping
it beside me as I lock my scope dead center on the woman’s head.
The radio crackles and Modreski chimes in, yelling at his
team to hold their positions. He asks me what my plan is, knowing if
something’s caused the short-hairs on my neck to rise, he and the boys damn
well need to listen. But I don’t hear him, with a breath and a squeeze of the
trigger, I leave a kid without a mother.
Just beneath the sleeve of her abayah―the dress completely
covering her body―I see it, a detonator that would trigger the explosives
likely strapped to her chest. A few Rangers I know―Simons and Boreman, rush
forward. I start to mutter a curse, pissed at her for making me shoot her in
front of her kid. But the curse lodges in my throat when I see the kid isn’t
looking at her mother lying next to her dead.
She’s watching my advancing team as she lifts the detonator
clasped tight in her hand.
About the Author
Cecy Robson is a new adult and contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels and upcoming Carolina Beach novels, as well as the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated RITA®finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
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