Title: Bear Creek Road
Author: L.P Morgan
Release Date: November 25, 2014
Sometimes losing yourself leads right to
the place you were looking for ...
Synopsis:
Secluded and quiet is
exactly what Laney Walker is looking for when she decides to pack up and move
across the country. It's what she wants, what she thinks she needs—until she
meets Joe Boone.
Contracted to replace
the plumbing along the property, Joe is first to arrive and last to leave. And
to Laney's surprising disappointment, he never has much to say.
But the more Joe comes
around, the more she learns about him and soon finds the man is as flawed as
the house he's fixing.
A fact that only seems
to draw her closer to him.
Excerpt -
The cabin was dark and gloomy in the moonlight, its stairs even squeakier than mine. I slowly followed him up them, waiting until he flipped on the light before stepping inside.
The cabin was dark and gloomy in the moonlight, its stairs even squeakier than mine. I slowly followed him up them, waiting until he flipped on the light before stepping inside.
The decorum was what I
would have expected—nonexistent. A plain brown couch was pressed up against the
bare wood wall, a boxed-out TV sitting on a makeshift stand on the opposite
wall with a set of rabbit ears on top. There were no curtains or throw pillows.
No rugs, no runner on the tiny dining room table. But it was clean, and it was
cool, and it smelled like him.
My eyes fluttered
closed as I breathed him in, the scent so overwhelming I felt myself sway. When
I opened them again, he was gone.
Glancing from side to
side, I stepped further inside and peeked down the hallway, finding a bright
light shining from an open door. I hesitantly started for it, smiling when I
saw it was the bathroom. A towel and washcloth had been left out on the counter
by the sink. I moved inside and closed the door, feeling around and then
reaching up to find no lock.
“Okay …” I mumbled to
myself, turning back to the tub and twisting the handles until the temperature
was perfect. Glancing back at the door, I quickly stripped out of my clothes,
jumped inside and pulled the curtain shut behind me.
The water was searing
in the best sort of way, steaming up the room and loosening my sore muscles
from a day of angry weed pulling. I could have stood under the hot spray all
night, just basking in the forceful water pressure. This shower was so much
better than Mona’s.
Dipping my head back,
I closed my eyes to wet my hair, hurriedly wiping the water from my face when I
felt a brush of cool air against my legs.
My heart pounded,
thinking it was Joe, but it was only the air from the furnace blowing the
shower curtain. I couldn’t imagine what I would have done if it had been him.
The fact that I wanted to find out had me washing off a little quicker. I
didn’t know if I was ready for him to see me naked.
I dried off and got
dressed as close as I could to the door in order to avoid that accident waiting
to happen. If he did ever end up seeing me naked, I wanted to be prepared and
not look like a drowned cat if I could help it.
When I emerged from
the bathroom, he was coming down the hallway, shirtless and with the button of
his pants undone. I swallowed, unable to take my eyes off his zipper until he
reached out for my towel.
“Mind if I use that?”
“Uh, yeah.” I handed
it over. “I mean, not unless you do.”
“Nope.” He slid past
me and into the bathroom, setting my bag out in the hallway before cracking the
door. I stood outside of it while I listened to him adjust the curtain and turn
on the shower, trying to decide if I should just take off or not. I was getting
ready to knock and tell him I was leaving when the water suddenly shut off, the
shower curtain screeched and the door opened to reveal a mess of towel-dried
brown hair and a shiny, wet chest.
Author Bio –
L. C. Morgan resides with her
husband on the outskirts of a small town in the heart of it all. A lover of
many things, she puts family first and diet Coke second. When not working she
can be found spoiling her new nephew with lots of love and kisses while
awaiting her own little bundle of joy or at home, face shoved in her Kindle,
fingers typing away to free the words from her head. She writes them for you
and hopes you enjoy them as much as she enjoys yours.
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