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Close to You, my second novel, is available now! You can grab it on both Kindle (and KU!) and paperback! Click here to get your copy today!
Michele just wants to be set free.
Iain just might have the key.
Michele Coffey is on the run. After arriving in Brooklyn four months ago, she perfected the art of looking over her shoulder. Her only goal is to make it through another day without being discovered.
When Iain Sheppard unexpectedly walks into her life, Michele’s first instinct is to retreat. Falling in love is not in her plan, and after what she’s been through, she’s not ready to trust anyone yet. Maybe ever.
Iain is a rugged, sexy freelancer, born and raised in Brooklyn. After showing up at the bar she works at one night, he leaves a note, asking to show Michele the city. It goes against every rule she has set in place for herself. She wants to forget about him and his offer, but something about him draws her in. She can’t shake it, so she agrees.
What Michele doesn’t know is that Iain knows more about her than he’s letting on.
The clock is ticking. Michele knows that her time is running out, especially after a stunning reveal that draws her and Iain even closer.
As their attraction grows deeper, she can’t stop looking over her shoulder, waiting for inevitable disaster. And she can’t help but ask herself if she escaped one prison, only to lock herself into a new one of her own making.
Will she ever be set free?
My debut novel, Someone to Stay, is available NOW on Kindle and in paperback! Click here to order your copy today!
Excerpt from Someone to Stay:
“Cassie…” he said, and her eyes landed on his mouth. Her name had never sounded richer than when he said it, she thought then, and she squeezed his arm, willing him to say whatever was next.
And then, softly, “I’d very much like to kiss you right now.”
Her heart immediately quickened its already fast pace, and she found herself at a loss for words. She struggled to reply – her brain to mouth connection seemed to be temporarily out of order – and instead of words, without thinking, she reached her other hand up, landing it lightly against his jawline; she was startled to feel how warm it was.
Perhaps it was sheer nerves that forced her to stand on her tip-toes, making her hand move from his face to the back of his neck, applying pressure. He gave in to the resistance at that point and leaned down, and in one brief, terrifying yet exhilarating moment, he hovered there; she could barely breathe for fear that he’d change his mind.