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Confessions in the Dark
Jeanette Grey
Releasing March 1st, 2016
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Whispers in the night lead to sweet surrender . . . but what will the dawn bring?
Anger. Guilt. Sorrow. They've strangled Cole for years-and now they've literally damaged him. With his knee out of commission, Cole knows the road to recovery will be nothing but long and irritating . . . until his beautiful and determined neighbor offers to help him in return for a favor. But soon Cole finds himself offering her so much more. Their unexpected passion lays Cole bare, body and soul. And leaves him wondering how he'll walk away before he ruins her life, too.
Gruff, secretive, and coiled with tension that begs for release, Cole is too intriguing for Serena to resist. The English accent and brooding brown eyes don't hurt, either. Their nights are beyond compare-yet the truths Cole confesses in his darkest moments reveal a heart bruised almost beyond repair. But Serena's seen the kindness and support he shows when she needs it most. Armed with a bottomless well of patience and devotion, she'll show Cole just how good it can be to let someone in . . .
One last time, she spoke
his name, only for him to hurl the carton at the wall. He whirled around, and
the fridge door slammed shut with a clatter, the whole thing rocking, something
inside it falling over. With a crash, the eggs hit the ground, but she couldn't
see them.
All she could see was
this man, and the bands of control with which he was trying so damn hard to
keep himself together. And failing.
His ragged inhalation
was a hairline fracture to her ribs. His fist hit the front of the fridge, and
then his foot, and there was another, wetter, angry sound of pain inside his
lungs.
She was moving before
she could think.
She stepped around the
mess he'd made, right up to him. Those broad, strong shoulders still radiated
distance, still told her with everything he had in him to stay away, but the
hurt in his bones spoke louder.
And that was something
she could never ignore.
With a hand on his arm,
she tugged him around, and he resisted, clumsy with the crutches and as
stubborn as the day they'd met. But she managed to get a hand on his face, to
touch the stubbled line of his jaw, thumb brushing up against the corner of his
mouth. He let out a sound that might have been punched out of him, and her own
eyes went blurry as she pulled at him to look at her.
His gaze was glass and
steel, both ready to break and impossibly hard. A skittering pang throbbed
through her chest.
"I'm sorry,"
she said. "I'm so sorry."
For his loss and for
asking. For everything.
Something in his
expression cracked. This time, when she tried to draw him in, there was no
resistance. One of his crutches tumbled to the ground, an arm going around her
waist. He pressed his face into her hair and let out a breath against her ear,
damp and shuddering, and she felt it like an ache inside her heart.
Closing her eyes, she
curled her hand around the back of his neck. There was something so raw about
him. Like he'd never said those words before, maybe not even to himself.
Like years had passed
since he'd been held.
So she tucked him
closer. Wrapped him up and took his weight. Took his confessions.
And tried to give him back
all she had in return.
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