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Title: Finding You
Author: Elizabeth Lee
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to Release: October 7, 2013
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.
Excerpt
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.
Author: Elizabeth Lee
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: July 30, 2013
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.
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