Repaired
by
Melissa Collins
by
Melissa Collins
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Photography by: Perrywinkle Photography
Cover by: Sommer Stein @ Perfect Pear Creative
Release Date: June 23, 2015
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A Man without a past meets a man without a future in
Repaired by Melissa Collins
~ Synopsis ~
Liam
Davis is a man without a past. That’s what he wants everyone to believe,
anyway. Hell-bent on erasing any memories of his previous life, he knows that
starting over is all he can do. Hiding who he is, where he’s from, why he’s
running, and especially who he’s left behind, Liam has run away from everything
he’s ever known. His plan works perfectly until one day when Parker Ryan
threatens to expose his carefully concealed world.
Parker
Ryan is a man without a future. Sure, he’s a partner in one of New York’s most
prestigious law firms, but he’ll never be more than a failure in the eyes of
his boss, his father. Rather than break away from his father’s standards, he
finds himself mindlessly pursuing them, in turn sacrificing anything that would
actually make him happy.
When
Liam’s and Parker’s lives collide, the ugly truth about who they really are,
and who they hope to become reveals itself when they least expect it. As both
of their lives become wrecked beyond all belief, they’ll learn how to rely on each
other in their journey to become Repaired.
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~ Excerpt ~
When I looked down at my watch, I realized it was still
early enough to catch the usual crowd down at Murray’s. Parker’s face lit up at
the suggestion, probably because the thought of a pool game and a few beers was
a hell of a lot more appealing than being schooled in painting.
When we pulled into the parking lot, I saw Gabe’s car
parked in its usual spot. Tipping my head at the black sedan, I said, “Windows
are all steamed up. Wonder who he’s got in there.” Parker looked to where Gabe
was parked and laughed.
“It’s Zan,” he said with an odd air of certainty.
“How do you know?” Twisting in my seat, I unclicked the
belt. “You can’t possibly see in there.”
“The blue car is his. Besides, I may have thrown them
together the night I went looking for you.”
As we walked to the entrance, the car doors swung open.
Gabe exited first, busied with tucking his shirt back in. We stopped just in
time to catch Zan stepping out the other door, refastening his jeans. “Well,
well, well,” I joked. “Looks like someone was having a little fun.”
Gabe slammed his door and walked to the other side where
Zan stood, shocked into silence. He reached down and took Zan’s hand in his
own. “Yeah, and based on the smug-ass look on your faces, I’d say you two were
having fun not all that long ago.”
“You think we can stop talking about our collective sex
lives long enough to grab a beer?” Zan butted in, desperate to change the
conversation.
Once inside, we set up a game of pool and laughed over a
few pitchers of beers. Sitting to the side of the game, I watched as Gabe and
Parker laughed together, ribbing on each other pretty good. It was impossible
not to be happy for Gabe when I caught him stealing casual touches from Zan.
Whatever it was that was brewing between the two of them, it looked good on
them.
“I think I’m done handling big sticks for the night,”
Parker declared jokingly as he placed his pool cue on the table. “Until later
of course.” The drinks had made his lips a touch looser and out came the joker.
It was times like this when the parts of Parker’s character, which he’d tried
to hide for so long, came out to play.
Waggling an eyebrow at me, he bumped my shoulder with his,
nearly toppling me over. “Hit your limits already?” Keeping my voice low, I
whispered my question to Parker as we walked over to a table. Zan and Gabe
looked as if they were lost in a similar private conversation as they walked
over to the bar to order another round of drinks.
Shrugging, his answer was of the simplest kind. “Just
celebrating I guess.” Before we slid into our seats, he promised he’d slow
down, not wanting to be a burden on me.
Grabbing his shoulders, I made sure to look deep into his
sapphire blue eyes. “I’m never burdened by you. Ever. If anything, I’m better
because of you.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“And I want to be better for you.”
Her
passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on
maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head
filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read
about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind.
Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.
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