Livvy
is on the run. And she’s escaped to the one place nobody will ever
find her.
But
the isolated cottage isn’t empty. Her refuge is home to a troubled
stranger, Tom, there for reasons of his own.
In
the intimacy of the abandoned cottage, and the remote wilderness of
the island, the electrifying connection between them is impossible
to ignore. Both running from their histories and shielding dark
secrets, their pasts catch up with them and collide in
an unimaginable way.
Deep
emotions and powerful chemistry face a painful battle with the tangle
of lies, and scars of the past. When the truth emerges, hearts
will be shattered.
"A
captivating, heart-wrenching, beautifully written story about those
who scar us and those who help us heal. I could not put it down
and am still thinking about it!" - Mia Sheridan, New York
Times Bestselling author of Archer’s Voice
"Boyd
skillfully navigates the scorching physical desire and personal
insecurities of her protagonists, crafting a relationship that
is tense, torrid and sure to keep the pages turning." ~ RT
Book Reviews
“Fans
of the Sea of Tranquility or Mia Sheridan will absolutely love this
story.” ~ MissIngrid’s reviews.
“I
can’t recall ever reading a novel that made me laugh, smile, cry…
just, feel as much as this one did.” ~ Books over Bros Reviews
DEEP
BLUE ETERNITY by NATASHA BOYD
©NATASHA
BOYD 2014
He
didn’t respond for hours. I was making a salad for dinner and
opening a can of tuna that Fuckhead was going nuts over when he
finally walked in, windswept and disheveled, in jeans and a white
T-shirt. I stopped what I was doing to stare, and the cat leapt over
my feet and between my legs, meowing repeatedly.
“Well,
can I?” I asked.
“I
don’t know. I have to do something for someone, but if I don’t,
you can.” His eyes flicked to me briefly.
“Cryptic
much?”
“Sorry,
I just, uh, I just have some stuff going on right now.”
“With
Bethany.”
“No.
Yes. No, not to do with her.” He raked his hands through his hair,
taming it, then headed to the fridge.
“Who
are you?” I asked.
“What?
What do you mean?”
“I
mean, I thought we had a… a friendship or something, and I don’t
understand what I’ve done wrong.” Addressing it made a weird
emotional bubble grow in my chest, and my eyes started to sting.
He
stopped and turned around.
I
blinked rapidly, trying to dissipate any water that was collecting.
The cat let out a mournful moan.
“You
haven’t done anything wrong, Liv.”
“Then
why do I feel like I have? Are…” I swallowed. “Are you
disgusted with me now?”
“What?”
he whispered. His face creased, like he was in pain and his eyes did
a slow blink. Then he took a step toward me and just kept coming. And
suddenly I was wrapped up in his arms, my face pressed into his hard
chest, breathing him in. Breathing in his unique scent of laundry and
male exertion and the fresh outdoors. Salt and weathered wood.
I
froze, stiff with surprise from the sudden contact, then endured the
brazen heat that immediately followed and whipped through my belly.
His
head dropped on top of mine, and he breathed into my hair. “I know
you don’t mean that.”
“Mean
what?”
“How
could I ever be disgusted with you? I—”
He
lapsed into silence, just holding me. His chest was warm, his heart
beating hard under my cheek.
The
cat embarked on a continuous series of desperate meows and threaded
his body between our legs in a figure eight. I willed him to shut the
hell up and stop ruining this moment, but it was no use.
Tom
chuckled and pulled away.
“Fuckhead,”
I growled vehemently at the cat, who proceeded to give me a nice view
of his butt.
I
looked up, and Tom was watching me, amused. He reached his hand up
and slid it behind my head, and I stopped breathing. His gaze flicked
to my mouth for a millisecond. My lips burned. My eyes fluttered
closed as he drew me in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. His
beard, he’d taken to wearing clipped closer to his skin these days,
torturing me with glimpses of his beauty, grazed my brow.
I
swallowed the painful lump in my throat, my heart hammering.
He
drew away slowly.
I
kept my eyes closed. I couldn’t bear for him to see what mine must
look like. Desperate. Yearning. Drowning in agony.
And
the knowledge that I could never tell him how I felt, that I had to
keep it locked in my heart where it couldn’t ruin this, was
almost a comfort. I would be safe and able to stay here with him as
long as I didn’t mess this up. God, and I’d come so close to
messing it all up when I came on to him.
I
hated the memory of myself, of who I’d been then. How could a
person change so much in so short a time? It was both the beauty and
the agony of my lot. Falling in love with him had forever altered me,
but to let it out of my heart might lose him forever.
Natasha
Boyd is an internationally bestselling and award-winning author with
a background in marketing and public relations. Her
debut novel Eversea was a finalist in the 2013 Winter Rose
Contest for Contemporary Romance and won the 2014 Digital Book Award
for Adult Fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers
of America, Georgia Romance Writers and Island Writer’s Network in
coastal South Carolina where she has been a featured speaker on
book marketing. She holds a Bachelor of Science in
Psychology and lives with her husband, two sons and the cast of
characters in her head.
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