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Finding You
by
Elizabeth Lee
Elizabeth Lee
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October
7, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
Being
the wild child has worked for Mallory Vandaveer for most of her life. She's the
good time girl, up for anything--and everyone in her small town knows it. But
when her sister came home after years of being away, long hidden secrets came
out.
Turns out, Mallory isn't who she thought she was. And now everything starts to feel like a lie. In order to figure out who she is she'll have to set out on a journey to find the one man who holds the answers. Everett Boone is in hiding. Hiding from his past and the press and the demands of a career he put on hold after tragedy struck. When a young woman with secrets of her own blows into town and rents the apartment next to his, he'll have to face the past he was trying to escape in order to understand his feelings for her.
They'll
both have to dig deep inside themselves to discover whether or not they're
capable of being enough for one another.
Finding the person you're meant to love isn't the problem. Sometimes the
hardest person to find is yourself.
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~ Excerpt ~
“Looks like she's back,” Vince said as we
pulled back up to the shop the next afternoon.
He pointed at the two trucks parked along the street. She waved at us from the bed of one of the
trucks as she she handed down boxes to someone.
Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail that barely brushed her shoulders
as she turned her head to talk to whoever was helping her move in. Why did she have to be so damn cute? Couldn't have been a dude or some homely girl
that moved in next me, could it? That
would have been asking the universe to cut me a fucking break and that had
never been the case before. Why would it
start now?
“Looks like she is,” I breathed. A part of me was kind of hoping that she
wouldn't come back. Another part, the one that hoped she did, was taking notes
on how great she looked as we approached.
She smiled that excited, nervous grin that she had when Vince told her
she could have the apartment. She had a certain look about her that reminded me
of Audrey. The Audrey from before we hit
it big. The one that just wanted to grab
life by the horns. The one that didn't
let the pressure get to her. Like the
old Audrey, she hadn't yet been tainted.
She was naïve and unassuming, at least from where I was standing.
“Need some help?” Vince offered up about
the time I saw her helper step out from behind the truck. He was around the same height as me, which is
where our similarities ended. This guy
had muscles in places I didn't even know were possible, and I was an
athlete. On top of those muscles he had
tattoos and a look on his face that said “back the fuck off.” Or he did when he was looking at me
anyway. Judging from his appearance, I
guessed I wouldn't have to worry about him recognizing me. He didn't look like an avid golf fan. No, this guy was country, not country
club. All the more reason for me to keep
my distance from her. The last thing I
wanted to deal with was an overprotective boyfriend.
When he turned his attention to Vince his
demeanor seemed to change.
“I think we've only got it, but thank you,”
he said politely. “I do have one favor
to ask though,” he added, looking up at my new neighbor who appeared to be
concerned with the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.
“Sure,” Vince answered, resting his arms on
the back of the truck.
“Keep an eye on my girl here,” he nodded up
at her. “She tends leap before she
looks, if you know what I mean.”
“I do not,” she spouted. “I'll be just fine. I'm a big girl.” The way she popped her hand up on her hip and
practically stomped her foot caused everyone of us to crack a smile. She hopped down out of the back of the truck
and shut the tailgate. “Thanks for your
offer, Vince, but this is the last load to go upstairs. Come on, Cole,” she urged, seeming to have
better places to be.
“Vince, was it?” Cole extended his
hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Vince replied. “We'll keep an eye on her.” Cole nodded, pleased with Vince's words.
“Didn't catch your name,” he said turning
to me.
“Boone,” I replied, thrusting my hand out
to meet his. I wasn't scared of this
guy. Sure, he could have probably kicked
my ass all over the street, but he had no reason to worry about me. I wasn't interested in his girl.
“Not going to have to worry about you
getting her into any trouble, am I?” He
raised up, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over me. His hand squeezed around mine in warning.
“Nope,” I said, matching the pressure of
his grip. “Not going to have to worry
about me at all.” I feel myself rising
up to gain an inch on him. “If she's
getting into any trouble she'll be doing it all on her own.” Which I didn't doubt. As sweet and naïve as she appeared, I could tell
from our brief encounter that she was a spitfire. Cole didn't need to worry about me one bit,
but he moved toward me nonetheless. This guy wanted to stand toe-to-toe, I was
game. It'd been a while since I felt an
adrenaline rush. I used to get them all
the time—teeing off on the first hole of a major, sinking a putt to seal a
double birdie. This was a different kind
of rush, but I'd take it. It was good to
feel something other than guilt for once.
“Good.” He finally broke the tension with a
chuckle. “I'll see ya around, Boone.”
“Yep.” Guess he'd be back to visit.
Companion Novel to Finding Me........
Escaping Me
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: July
30, 2013
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~ Synopsis ~
All she wanted to do was forget. Forget
the memory of walking in on her boyfriend in the middle of, well, another girl.
Forget how she had her entire life planned out. And, forget about being perfect
all the time. Unfortunately, she was Whitney Vandaveer and despite the fact
that she moved to the middle of nowhere – she couldn't.
He always knew he would never be more than nothing. No job, no money, no future. Cole Pritchett had accepted the fact that he would always be the screw up and he was okay with it. Until he met her.
Here's the thing they quickly found out – sometimes we all need a little help escaping who we think we are.
~ About the Author ~
Born and raised in the
middle of a Midwestern cornfield (not literally, that would be weird), I’ve
spent my entire life imagining stories. Stories where the right guy always gets
the right girl, first kisses are as magical as they are on the big screen and
anything is completely possible if you believe.
Although this journey
began years ago, it recently took on a whole new life. After years of devouring
hundreds of Romance, YA and New Adult novels, I had an epiphany... I should
write a book. And I did it!
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.
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