Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Tessa Brookfield
Word Count :75676
Publication Date :2014-04-08
Series : #
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Category : Contemporary Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-77111-967-2
A gripping love story that will touch your emotions and warm your heart.
After swearing off men, a young courageous woman didn’t hesitate to leave her home in Canada when she was offered her dream job at a large advertising company in Los Angeles.
Lexi Green, was at the top of her game. A successful business woman who didn’t need, nor want, the distraction of a man in her life. Faced with unexpected news, that would change her life as she now knew it, her actions put her in a vulnerable situation that could have been detrimental if it weren’t for Ryder Critchlow’s unexplained intuition to watch over her.
While on a free spirited mission to make up for lost time, her heart becomes captured by Ryder Critchlow.
Together, they encounter a catastrophe that tests the power of the mind and the strength of the heart. Only time will tell if their love will prevail and be enough to overcome the overwhelming situation that they both must face.
The simple task of opening my eyes was proving to be near impossible. When I finally accomplished that simple but agonizing task, the intense pounding permeating my head made me grab it with both hands, in hopes it would ease.
What the hell happened last night?
Searching within the depths of my pounding, fog-filled head, I tried to put the pieces together.
Ryder, arguably the most beautiful man on earth—I remember flirting with him, only after I realized he was flirting with me. A smirk crossed my face at the blurred recollection I had of him. That other guy, the one that bought me drinks. For the life of me I can’t remember his name, or if he even told me. I remember feeling really uncomfortable and then…why can’t I remember anything else?
Never experiencing anything like this before was beyond unnerving. I knew I’d drunk a lot, but I have drunk that much before and this had never happened.
As the pounding in my head continued, nausea took over along with an intense twisting of my stomach. I somehow managed to scurry to the bathroom just in time, relieving the pressure in my head ever so slightly, only after expelling the contents of what was left in my stomach, which was nothing more than what remained from all I had drunk last night.
Looking and feeling like death warmed over, hunched over my bathroom counter, I cupped my hands, filled them with cold water, splashed some on my face and then rinsed the sour, bitter taste from my mouth. Staring at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair, I froze with horror.
Trembling, I ran my hand over my arm, where a prominent bruise marked my skin, still very tender, and distinctly resembling the markings of fingers. I had been grabbed, grabbed hard for it to leave a distinct mark like that.
What the hell happened?
Flooded with eeriness I took a couple of aspirin and climbed into the shower, tracing my footsteps of yesterday, looking for the answers that would alleviate my terror. My thoughts drifted back to yesterday morning...