#ExcerptReveal Until June by Aurora Rose Reynolds #PreOrder @auroraroseR

Posted May 4, 2016 by Loredana 0 Comments

by aurora rose reynolds
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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June Mayson and Evan BarristerÔÇÖs whirlwind courtship resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the beautiful life they can have together, heÔÇÖs unwilling to let her go. June promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her feelings for EvanÔÇöthat is until sheÔÇÖs served with divorce papers while heÔÇÖs overseas and sheÔÇÖs forced to let him go.

Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if she knows sheÔÇÖs liable to get hurt once again?

Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before they ever have a shot?

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Prologue

Looking at my reflection in the mirror across from me, I cringe. My hair is a disaster, there are bags under my eyes, and the nightgown I have on isnÔÇÖt even one of the cute ones I normally wear. ItÔÇÖs the one my sister, December, got me as a joke, but I wear it occasionally, because its comfortable, even if it was made for a woman three times my age. Resting my elbows on the desk in front of me, I run my fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back away from my face.

ÔÇ£I hate men,ÔÇØ I whisper into the empty interrogation room, where I was told to wait over an hour ago after the police kicked in my door and dragged me from my bed. Lifting my gaze, I look at myself in the mirror again and vow that whenever I get out of the mess my ex-boyfriend has gotten me into, IÔÇÖm going to learn how to be a lesbian, even if IÔÇÖm not sure thatÔÇÖs actually possible.

ÔÇ£June Mayson.ÔÇØ Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet those of a man who reminds me of my dad. He looks to be in his mid-forties, and is one of those men time has been kind to. HeÔÇÖs built, with dark hair thatÔÇÖs cut short and parted on the side. His eyes are a blue that stands out against his dark lashes and tan skin. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm Officer Mitchell, and this is Officer Plymouth.ÔÇØ He nods behind him and is followed in by a man who must be playing the roll off ÔÇÿBad CopÔÇÖ, judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives me when our eyes meet. Time hasnÔÇÖt been as kind to him; he looks like he has enjoyed one too many beers. His middle is soft, and his skin doesnÔÇÖt look healthy.

Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin of my biceps thatÔÇÖs chilled from the cool air coming from the vent above me.

ÔÇ£Would you like something to drink?ÔÇØ Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room.

Shaking my head, I mutter, ÔÇ£No, thank you.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hot chocolate?ÔÇØ he offers, and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. Since I was little, whenever I was having a bad day, my dad would offer me hot chocolate. His hot chocolate has magical powers that always make everything seem okay, but I doubt police station hot chocolate would have the same effect.

ÔÇ£No, thanks. IÔÇÖd just like to know why IÔÇÖm here,ÔÇØ I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across from me and places a thick folder on the table between us.

ÔÇ£We may be here awhile, Miss Mayson, so IÔÇÖd like you to be comfortable,ÔÇØ he says gently, and I look at Officer Plymouth, who is leaning against the wall, then back to him.

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt mean to be rude, Mr. Mitchell, but IÔÇÖd really like to get to the point. I have class in a few hours and IÔÇÖd really like to make it on time.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm afraid youÔÇÖre probably going to miss your class today, Miss Mayson.ÔÇØ

Closing my eyes, I open them slowly and ask, ÔÇ£Can I get a sweater?ÔÇØ

Surprisingly, Officer Plymouth slips off his suit jacket and walks it over to me, placing it around my shoulders.

ÔÇÿThank you,ÔÇØ I whisper up at him, and his eyes soften around the edges. Pulling my eyes from him, my gaze goes back toward Officer Mitchell.

ÔÇ£How long have you known Lane Diago?ÔÇØ Officer Mitchell asks, and I sit up a little taller.

I dont know anyone by that name, I tell him, and he opens the file folder, fanning out a few pictures of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and me directly in front of me. Each of them were taken while we were a couple, showing we had been followed more than a few times. Him coming to my apartmenthim kissing me outside my carat the store, walking hand-in-hand down the aislesat the moviesout to dinnerboth of us doing normal couple things.

ÔÇ£You mean Aaron?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£That what he told you his name was?ÔÇØ he asks, and I nod looking up at him.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖve known him for about a year,ÔÇØ I whisper, dropping my eyes to the pictures again, realizing I actually didnÔÇÖt know him, since his name isnÔÇÖt even Aaron.

ÔÇ£How long have you two been dating?ÔÇØ he inquires, and my eyes drop to the pictures once more.

ÔÇ£We dated for about four months. I broke up with him a month ago,ÔÇØ I tell him truthfully as a feeling of sadness hits me unexpectedly. I wasnÔÇÖt in love with AaronÔÇöor Lane. Not even close. But I cared about him, and believed he cared about me as well. That was, until he sent me a text to meet him at his house. When I got there, one of his roommates let me in, and I found him up in his room with Susie DetreiÔÇÖs mouth around his cock, proving I was wrong about him.

ÔÇ£You were close,ÔÇØ Officer Mitchell states, and I nod because we were, or I thought we were. ÔÇ£Can you tell me who this man is?ÔÇØ he asks, pulling out a picture of AaronÔÇÖsÔÇöLaneÔÇÖs cousin, or at least the guy he told me was his cousin.

AaronI mean Lanes cousin Cody. He lives in Mississippi, I tell him.

ÔÇ£Did you ever overhear them talking?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Overhear them talking?ÔÇØ I ask, looking at a picture of Cody and Lane sitting in what looks like a bar, Lane with his favorite beer in his hand, and Cody with a short, wide glass with dark liquid and ice on the bar top in front of him, and his hand wrapped around it while he laughs at something.

ÔÇ£Overhear them talking about anything out of the ordinary?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Are you sure about that?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Maybe if you told me exactly why IÔÇÖm here, I can give you the information youÔÇÖre looking for.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Lane DiagoÔÇÖs uncle is one of the biggest distributors of illegal narcotics in Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and South Carolina.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ I whisper as my eyes focus on one of the pictures of Lane and me standing outside my apartment. I was wearing a short colorful summer dress and gold strappy sandals, and Lane had on a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white tee. His head was bent toward mine, my hand was resting against his chest, and his was wrapped tight around my hip. It was our third date and our first kiss. I had waited forever to even go on a date with him, because I wasnÔÇÖt ready for a relationship. I finally gave in to him, because he was so persistent. He asked me out every time we saw each other, and he was always dramatic in the way he did it.

ÔÇ£Did you ever seeÔÇöÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I never saw anything,ÔÇØ I cut him off. ÔÇ£Lane didnÔÇÖt even smoke pot, and almost everyone I know smokes pot,ÔÇØ I whisper, pulling my eyes from the picture to look at him.

ÔÇ£You two were together a lot. He would have you drop him places. My men saw you on more than one occasion.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£To friendsÔÇÖ houses,ÔÇØ I tell him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. ÔÇ£If he asked me to drop him to a friendÔÇÖs or to run him somewhere when we were going out, I would do it, but I never saw him do anything illegal.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Do you understand you can go to prison if we find out you spent any of the money he earned from selling drugs on things for yourself.ÔÇØ

Laughing, I cover my face with my hands and lay my head on the table while I try to pull myself together. I probably shouldnÔÇÖt be laughing right now but its either laugh or cry.

ÔÇ£What do you find funny about this?ÔÇØ Officer Plymouth asks, and I lift my head to look at him.

ÔÇ£I paid for us to do things more than once, and he even asked me for gas money a couple of times. I never, not once, took money from him, not even for a coffee,ÔÇØ I tell him, and his eyes go to Officer Mitchell, who mutters, ÔÇ£Fuck.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£He cheated on me a month ago, and I havenÔÇÖt talked to him since then,ÔÇØ I tell him, and he shakes his head.

ÔÇ£We have time stamps for phone calls between the two of you over the last month.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Did you ever look at how long those calls lasted?ÔÇØ I ask, knowing that if he did, he would know we didnÔÇÖt actually talk. ÔÇ£He called. He called over and over. Finally, I had to pick up to tell him to stop calling me. I didnÔÇÖt want anything to do with him a month ago, and I sure as hell donÔÇÖt want anything to do with him now.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Another fucking road block,ÔÇØ Officer Plymouth grumbles, and my head swings to him.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry. I swear that if I knew anything, I would help you out, but I donÔÇÖt. Lane never told me anything, and I sure as hell didnÔÇÖt see anything. If I had, I would have talked to my uncle about it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre sure you didnÔÇÖt see anything, hear anything?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sure,ÔÇØ I tell him, wishing I did know something, not because IÔÇÖm a rat, but because I know what drugs can do to people. I know not everyone dies from using drugs, not everyoneÔÇÖs life goes to shit from using them, but my best roommate freshmen year of college overdosed and died, and that was only after she turned into a completely different person. Someone I didnÔÇÖt like much. Someone I couldnÔÇÖt trust. So, thereÔÇÖs no way I would ever protect anyone who is responsible for supplying those drugs, no matter how much I care about them.

ÔÇ£Would you be willing to get back in with Lane?ÔÇØ Officer Plymouth asks, bringing my attention to him. My heart flips in my chest at the thought, but I donÔÇÖt get a chance to answer, because someone bangs hard on the glass mirror in front of me, causing my image to go funny.

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About aurora rose reynolds

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.

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