Title: I Breathe You
Author: Lori L. Clark
Publication date: August 2nd 2013
Genre: NA contemporary romance
When a tragic accident leaves Rhane Evans — lead vocalist for the rock band Fate’s Crazy — permanently unable to speak above a whisper and kills the love of her life, she moves across the state to pick up the pieces. Shattered, Rhane struggles to understand what happened the night of the accident, an accident everyone blames her for, even though she wasn’t driving the car.
Enter Ian Callahan. He’s the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian’s troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn’t in their cards.
Because Fate’s Crazy that way…
"You plan on helping me unload
this thing or are you just going to bob up and down like a damn goof?" I
try to punch him in the shoulder playfully but his long fingers snake around my
wrist before I'm able to connect. He smirks. "Careful there, Sunshine. Don't
hurt yourself."
I roll my eyes at the new nickname
he's recently begun calling me. Sunshine. Rhane. Get it?
"I'm teasing. This thing
probably weighs twice as much as you," as he hoists himself effortlessly
up into the bed and unhooks the tailgate straps allowing it to swing freely. He
pulls out two boards and sets them at an angle from the truck to the ground,
creating a crude ramp of sorts.
I watch him pull on a pair of worn
leather gloves and he goes to work feeding a rope through the eyelets of two
large hooks threaded into the back of the doghouse. I breathe into my hands,
trying to warm the fingertips left bare by my own pitiful gloves.
His eyes flicker to my hands.
"When you going to get yourself some real damn gloves anyway?"
I give him a middle finger salute
and childishly stick out my tongue. "Shut
up," I huff.
He turns his back to me, and his
shoulders shake in silent laughter. "Feisty," he mutters. My eyes
slowly slide down from his broad upper back before locking on the way his tight
jeans accentuate the firmness of his fine ass. I start to warm up and nerve
endings all over my lower half ignite. My cheeks blossom into what I'm sure
must be a brilliant scarlet.
He glances at me, doing a double
take, "You cold?"
I crinkle my nose and shake my head.
Hopeful he can't read just how un-cold I really am. "No why?"
"Your cheeks are red," he
pulls the rope taut and threads it through the pickup bed. "You must be
cold. Either that, or you're blushing." That left cheek dimple reappears,
and I wonder if he's flirting with me.
I think he's figured out that he
flusters the hell out of me. He's sort of cocky that way. Unfortunately for me,
I've always had a thing for cocky, self-assured, slightly egotistical men. Who
wants boring, when you can have a bad ass? Especially the ones everyone says to
stay away from.
I read, I write, I run 1/2 marathons for fun. Ten things about me:
1. I’m an only child.
2. I love dogs!
3. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa and lived in Iowa my whole life until January 2007.
4. I worked as a professional psychic reader for 2 years.
5. I’m a Pisces Sun, Leo Moon with Aquarius rising.
6. I’ve written 5 books and am in the process of brainstorming a 6th.
7. I don’t look or act my age!
8. I ran my first 1/2 marathon at age 50.
9. I love 80′s hair band music.
10. My day job is as a claims payment analyst for one of Fortune 500 Magazine’s “Top 100 places in America to work.”
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