Thursday, 20 August 2015

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TOGETHER WE HEAL Synopsis

Trish Grant is not a romantic. Okay, so she may read her share of romance novels, but that doesn’t mean she thinks that some fellow with a six pack is going to ride up on a horse and sweep her (literally) off her feet. Romance like that just isn’t for her. It belongs on the page.

Max Jackson noticed Trish at his cousin’s funeral, of all places. She was hard to miss with her citrus-colored hair, violet contacts and fiery attitude.

Trish was just as captivated by Max. He makes her laugh, which is rare, and it doesn’t hurt that he rocks blue hair and the most killer smirk that drives her crazy. Max is there for her during a rough time and even if she wanted to, she can’t shake him.

There are things about Trish that Max doesn’t know, and she’s not going to tell him. She hasn’t told anyone and doesn’t plan on it, thank you very much. But when Trish’s life is ripped apart by a dark piece of her past, will she let Max in? Or will she give up her potential fairytale to protect her already-scarred heart from further damage?



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I seriously hated my job, but when you needed money, you took what you could get. My life would be so much easier if my parents weren’t total assholes who refused to pay for college.
My dad was a HVAC specialist and wanted me to be part of the family business. Nothing else would do. Well, too bad, Dad. I’m not going to spend my life miserable and installing air conditioners. Seriously, fuck that.
So here I was, working three jobs, barely able to get by, hardly ever getting to see my girlfriend.
Thinking about Trish made me smile. So many people bought her prickly façade, but I’d seen what was under that, and … hell, it was beautiful. I was damn lucky I got to see it.
I was well into my shift when I got a text message from Trish. Another perk of this job was the fact that as long as I swiped cards and replenished towels, I could do whatever the hell I wanted to.
I’m freaking the fuck out and I need to talk to someone.
Uh oh. Trish didn’t exactly freak out all that often, so this was definitely Code Red. I found one of my coworkers and told her I had an emergency and needed to make a phone call. She was fine in covering for me, so I rushed outside into the cold. It was barely March and winter was still holding onto the state of Maine with her icy fingertips.
“Hello? Trish?” I said, panicking as I held the phone to my ear. I wan’t wearing my coat and I was already freezing. But this was more important.
“Sooo, it looks like I’m going to be an aunt.”
I almost asked her to repeat herself.
“You’re going to be an aunt?” I said.
“Yeah. My brother knocked his girlfriend up.” She didn’t sound happy or upset. Just shocked.
“Wow. Holy shit.”
“Yeah. Exactly. I’m freaking the fuck out here, Max. I just… I don’t even know what the fuck to do.” It was no secret that Trish had a complicated and dark past and I always kept that in mind when she seemed to freak out about something most people wouldn’t.
“Talk to me,” I said. Usually getting her to open up was worse than trying to break into a bank vault, but it didn’t stop me from trying.


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