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New Point
(The Point Series)
(The Point Series)
by
Olivia Luck
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Synopsis ~
Imagine the worst day of your life. Immerse yourself in the details. How did
you feel? Who were you with? What were the consequences?
Recalling my darkest day is as simple as
typing a few search terms into a web browser. It only took thirty minutes for
me to become the center of a media frenzy that caught the attention of an
entire country.
So I hid.
Nine months later and I'm getting better.
Moved two hours from home, landed my dream job, and met a delicious new guy.
Healing is that simple, right?
Wrong.
~Excerpt ~
“New Point isn’t known for much breaking and entering, but I have to admit, this looks mighty suspicious,” an unmistakably Midwestern accent drawls from behind me, effectively scaring the sweat off my bare shoulders.
“New Point isn’t known for much breaking and entering, but I have to admit, this looks mighty suspicious,” an unmistakably Midwestern accent drawls from behind me, effectively scaring the sweat off my bare shoulders.
A
shriek escapes from my lips as I teeter preciously on the wood chair and my
hands lose their grip on the white doorframe. The rubber of my flip flop
doesn’t provide much traction and my body pitches sideways. In just a second
I’ll crash against the deck floor and I’ll spend the summer recovering
physically instead of gaining back my old–
Sturdy
muscular arms slide around my waist and yank me against an equally firm chest.
“Woah, there. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The masculine voice has a smile
behind it.
“Probably
shouldn’t go sneaking up on someone then,” I mutter once I catch my breath and
untangle myself from his grasp. He chuckles at my retort, a rich baritone that
makes me feel like shivering.
When I’m a step
or two back I’m nearly breathless again, but this time for completely different
reasons.
Sturdy
was one way to describe his muscular grasp, but now that I have a full frontal
view of him, I see my mistake. He’s perfect. Thick arms with nicely defined
muscles that don’t bulge too aggressively beneath his white T-shirt, a broad
chest, trim waist with low riding blue exercise shorts. And that’s just his
body. Bright white teeth gleam at me from behind a broad smile. Thick, dark
curly hair begs to have fingers run through it and he has coffee colored eyes
framed by long lashes most girls want desperately.
He’s
a combination of sultry sex appeal and mischievous intentions as displayed by
the twist of his lips. Less than one minute in his presence and I’m practically
swooning.
“Who
are you?” I blurt out.
With
a smirk, he crosses his arms across the planes of chest. “Shouldn’t I be asking
the questions, Ms. Breaking and Entering?”
~ About the Author ~
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
~ About the Author ~
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores
emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of
America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her
first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing,
you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and
spend time with her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores
emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
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