Title: Old Enough(Book 1, The Age Between Us)
Author: Charmaine Pauls
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2018
Synopsis
I’m old enough to drive a car, buy alcohol, and enter a club.
I’m old enough to take responsibility for my actions.
I’m old enough for her.
No matter what her middle-aged friends or society says.
No matter she’s the age of my mother.
No matter why or how I met her.
I’ll take those secrets to my grave.
And her with them.
If those secrets don’t ruin us first.
(Old Enough is Book 1 of The Age Between Us duology. Book 2 will be available on 28 August 2018.)
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Excerpt
Tapping his fingers together, he doesn’t break our stare. He continues to delve deep into my eyes for four more heartbeats, and then he says, “I’m leaving you.”
The words come out of nowhere and everywhere. They’re wrong, because he’d never do that to me. He promised. Our start wasn’t easy, but I’ve tried my damnedest to be the good wife for him, the wife he wanted. We have Abby. He won’t do this to his daughter.
“I wanted to tell you before,” he says, “but the right opportunity was never there.”
Lowering my voice, I motion at the full restaurant. “This is?” A shutter drops in his regard, and his demeanor turns distant, inaccessible. “I thought it best to move as soon as possible. I don’t want a drawn-out drama.”
I can’t process what’s happening. There were no warning signs, except for his recent withdrawal, but he always pulls into himself when work gets stressful.
“I’ll be out by tomorrow,” he continues. “Why?” My question has nothing to do with him moving out tomorrow.
He doesn’t hesitate in his answer. “Debbie.” I only know one Debbie. “From your office?” “She resigned.” He adds, “Obviously.” As if that’s a consolation. “How did this happen?” “We fell in love.” Tears prick at the back of my eyes, but I blink them away, not wanting witnesses for my pain and humiliation. “How long?” He gets that closed-off look again. “It’s not important.” “The hell it is.” “Jane.” His tone is chastising. “Your language, please.” “Can we talk about this at home?” “There’s no point. My mind’s made up.” “Yes, there is a point. There are things to be said, explained. If you’re so certain of your decision as you say you are–”
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