Genres: Contemporary Romance
(Coming Home #1)
Publication date: July 28th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
MY HEART WANTS A KIND OF JUSTICE THE LAW CANÔÇÖT GIVE
On a dark, rainy night I drove my overstuffed junker car back to a town I never expected to see again.
And when I needed a rescue by the side of the road, a six-foot tall piece of hot, unfinished business named Mark was what the universe sent me.
Three years earlier IÔÇÖd fled town (and Mark) to follow my wrongly-convicted father to his federal prison, working crappy jobs to stay afloat and visit him every second I could. But now DadÔÇÖs dead and IÔÇÖm mysteriously offered the best job of my life at the college where his life blew up when he was accused of a crime he didnÔÇÖt commit.
Someone wants me here. Desperately.
IÔÇÖm hoping itÔÇÖs Mark.
Because if itÔÇÖs not, IÔÇÖm in more danger than I ever imagined.
And if it is?
Mark may be the most dangerous choice of all.
ItÔÇÖs him. Mark. My ex-boyfriend.
I canÔÇÖt look. I justÔÇªcanÔÇÖt. Too many memories are in that face. That rugged, handsome face. My heart jumps up like an excited puppy, wagging in my chest, eager to be acknowledged and touched. The rest of me shoves it down.
Officer Mark Paulson stands in front of me in uniform, soaking wet, his hat making the rain fall in streaks in front of him. The curtain of water catches my eye. ItÔÇÖs easier to watch it than to stare at him. If I did stare, though, I know what I would see.
Broad shoulders under that crisp black uniform shirt. A thin scar running under his jaw, where he was knifed in a fight when he did a tour in Afghanistan. Wet, blonde hair I used to love to stroke. Gentle hands that once cupped my face. Eyes that could draw me in with a hot breath. The tender taste of lips meant only for me.
He speaks, pulling me out of the memory. Stop it, Carrie, I think. Stop with the dreams you destroyed.
ÔÇ£You okay?ÔÇØ he asks, looking around swiftly. HeÔÇÖs worried. ThatÔÇÖs really touching. ItÔÇÖs nice to know he cares. Three years is long enough for him to stop hating me, right?
And I know he hates me.
He has to. I disappeared one day and never said goodbye to him. When you do that to someone, they tend to really resent it. Especially if they love you.
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm, uhÔÇªÔÇØ My voice fails me as I watch the water fall in sheets down his cap. ÔÇ£My tire blew.ÔÇØ
He thumps his hand on the car door. ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs still around, huh?ÔÇØ I know he means the car, but it feels like a dig. Like heÔÇÖs cutting into me for leaving.
Like heÔÇÖs still hurt.
If heÔÇÖs still hurt, that means the feelings havenÔÇÖt faded, and if his feelings are still that strong, then mine make more sense. I thought when I left town I would shed so much damage and hurt. Because leaving town meant I could leave behind so much pain.
But leaving Mark? That meant the pain came with me.
I start to shiver. ItÔÇÖs not from the cold and the rain. Those arms. The rain drops gather and ripple down his taut muscles, dotted with a sprinkling of dark hair. I remember when I was in those arms.
I remember every single time he touched me.
Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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