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Release Day: September 27th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“We’re broken in the most screwed-up perfect way. It was inevitable we’d end up together.”
Cassidy
Beck is focused on one thing, and one thing only: planning the Southern
wedding of the century in Lucas Hill, South Carolina. Fresh from a
tragic breakup, Cassidy’s not in the mood for any distractions. But when
antebellum hottie Quinn Covington arrives in all his sexy, tattooed glory, he might prove to be the biggest distraction of them all.
MIA
ever since his father’s death, Quinn doesn’t plan to stay any longer
than it takes to start his dad’s vintage truck. But the sight of Cassidy
trying to fend off his family’s pet turkey sends him for a loop.
Red-haired and fierce, she’s just as broken as he is. But even though
Cassidy’s past makes her the only one able to understand Quinn’s own
scars, they also make her wary. After all, how can she trust him with
her heart when everyone else she’s ever given it to has thrown it away?
Sexy,
heart-wrenching, and full of Southern charm, this new contemporary
romance from Camden Leigh shows just what happens when two people who
are perfectly broken end up piecing each other back together.
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“I’ll
hand it to you, most wouldn’t have made it through the door.” I move
past her legs and open a drawer while checking her out. “Especially ones
waving meat cleavers and cussing like a Jersey mobster.”
“I’m not
from Jersey. I’m from Boston.” She turns toward me. “And most people
aren’t attacked by a fu—” Her gaze stops on mine but seconds later,
drops. Her skin turns pink, camouflaging her freckles.
Haven’t caused that reaction in a while. I discreetly check my fly. “What were you saying?”
“Um, ya know, fowl. Attacked by fowl.” She slides off the counter to her feet.
“Right.” Enjoying her fluster, I check another drawer.
I find Crockett’s feed and pour a handful on the counter. “‘Attaboy, Crockett,” I whisper to the turkey.
“Crockett?” the girl says.
I give her a smile for a peace offering. “Meet Davy Crockett.”
She snorts louder than Sunday dinner, then turns a medley of reds until her skin decides on raw pink.
Amused
by her inability to keep her reactions in check, my gaze drops to the
dip in her collar where her shirt ties together and the loops tangle as
if they’re trying to mask her embarrassment. Damn. Focus. Here for the keys. Here for the truck. I snap my gaze to hers and find her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed. Holy sexiness.
“May I help you with something?” she asks, fanning the knife.
Like
jerking those ties loose? Um, yeah. “Nope. All’s good here.” My gaze
skips over her lips to the huge blade. “You know, Crocket doesn’t take
kindly to death threats.” I slip my hand over her wrist and steady the
cleaver. Touching, flirting—bad idea. But those red lips. Those freckles
on her shoulder . . . I want to nibble them until she’s squirming.
She
sucks in and holds her breath. For a brief second her chest presses
against mine but disappears as she pulls in her stomach and flattens
against the counter. At least she didn’t push me away.
I squeeze her hand, urging her to give up the knife. Her erratic pulse dances beneath my fingertips. Adrenaline or attraction, Redhead? I pull the knife free and lean into her to set it on the counter behind her.
“I’m Quinn,” I whisper in her ear, pausing long enough to notice her pulse jumping like a hot coal on water.
Her lips part and a breath leaves through the oval opening.
I step away to give myself space. This would be a good time to grab the keys and leave. “And you are?” I ask instead.
Camden
Leigh is a sucker for first kisses, first hook-ups and anything that
adds the unforgettable first sparks of love–humor, seduction, hot-n-sexy
bods, angsty determination...what have you!
Her stories expose the real dirt, grime and grit that befalls a
seemingly perfect relationship, the heartache as a result, and the
growth, perseverance and strength it takes to make flaws work for her
characters. She wants her characters to experience love that wraps arounds their hearts, turns them into sizzling flames and results in a grand finale of fireworks.
When
Camden isn’t writing, she’s either crafting, flicking through images of
gorgeous paper, saturated palettes or...um, lip-lickin' washboard abs.
When feeling guilty, she attempts to keep up with her energetic kiddos
by beach combing, kayaking, golfing (can it really be called golfing if a
seven-year-old beats you?) or being that
crazy person at a concert. Her addictions: chocolate covered
raspberries, real southern sweet tea (not the fake stuff with the sugar
crystals hanging out in the bottom of the cup), her pups and pretty
paper she’ll never use.
