Once
Loved
Shattered
Past # 2
By: Cecy Robson
Releasing Jan 20th, 2015
Loveswept: Flirt
Blurb
He’s the campus golden boy. She’s
picking up the pieces of her broken past. But in Cecy Robson’s scorching novel
of second chances—perfect for readers of Monica Murphy and J. Lynn—their
differences only make their connection more explosive.
Every memory
Lety Tres Santos has from her childhood comes with a scar—some emotional, some
physical. Her father is an abusive drug addict, and her mother enables his
destructive behavior. College offers Lety a fresh start . . . until her father
finds a way to ruin that, too. Now, after losing her scholarship to kick off
junior year, Lety must somehow stay in school, pay tuition, and turn a deaf ear
to the whispers that follow her. And she intends to do it all without Brody
Quaid’s help.
Brody is a
lacrosse star, a 4.0 student—and as a freshman, he fell hard for the beautiful
and spirited Lety. But their relationship crashed and burned because he
couldn’t break through the walls she’s put up around her heart. With Lety
hurting more than ever, Brody strives to win her back and make her believe in
real love and true partnership. That will mean opening up secrets locked away
in his own past—and trusting someone more than he’s ever dared.
Lety knows
how painful it can be to depend on the wrong man. She also knows how much Brody
wants to do this the right way. But it takes more than sizzling desire to move
on and build a future together.
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5. Mateo Tres Santos― Lead Bouncer at Club
Excess, Underground Mixed Martial Arts fighter, and master of swoon worthy
moments:
His hazel eyes searched mine, holding me in place. “Want to know something?”
he asked, his voice so gruff I could feel it. I nodded, but just barely.
“Noelle was right about one thing. I do want to kiss you.” His hand reached in
through the car window, gliding along my shoulder . . . “Will you let me?”
4. Brody Quaid―College campus hunk capable
of making you laugh and relieving of your clothes from one hitched breath to
the next:
My knees buckled and we fell
back against the small entry table. Brody came up for air, swearing briefly
before diving back into my mouth. My legs parted, allowing him between them. It
wasn’t a conscious effort. It just happened. Everything in me recognized he
belonged against me. His hands swept over my back, into my hair, against my
ass, luring my kisses deeper.
Shit. I needed to lie down
. . . with Brody on top of me.
Someone cleared his throat, rather harshly and rather threateningly,
making us jump. Teo loomed in the archway, arms crossed, exposing the tats
inked into his forearms. Evie hurried in, her eyes dancing between him and
Brody, who kept his hold tight around me. “Teo, we did just as much if not more
when we were dating,” she said.
Teo didn’t move.
Brody grinned. “Hey, man. Sorry about that. I thought I dropped my
keys down Lety’s throat and I was trying to fish them out with my tongue.”
3. Killian O’Brien―MMA gym owner and Super
Heavy Weight fighter out for the title. All muscle and all heart:
A breeze cuffed against my face as Killian hoisted Trey and slammed
him down onto the desk by his throat. My laptop screen shattered beneath the
weight of his back. Trey’s fist shot in the air toward Killian’s face. But as
fast as he swung, Killian was faster.
Killian ducked under him and launched him out into the gym. Trey
staggered to a stand, his fists coming up, his body wobbling. He knew Killian
wasn’t done with him. And now he was the one in trouble.
Killian stalked forward, every muscle of his back tight against his
Celtic cross tat, every bulge in his arms signaling he was ready to act. “You fucking
touched my girl?” Killian roared at him. “You fucking touched Sofia!”
2. The humor:
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you? You said you’d be back after the game.”
Mateo covered us with the blanket. “Sorry, Lourdes. I decided to
stay with Mateo tonight.”
Her brief bout of silence was followed by, “Holy shitballs. You
finally had sex!”
I cupped the base of my phone when Mateo busted out laughing, then
removed my hand just to yell at her. “Lourdes!”
“Was he good?”
Mateo smirked, waiting for me to answer. “Well?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to tell me?” she demanded.
I glanced back at Mateo. “Jesus, Lourdes!”
“I bet he was all rough and shit. He looks like the rough-and-shit
type.”
I tried to escape into the other room. Mateo hauled me back, still
laughing, and pulled me back into bed. “Lourdes, he can hear you!”
She paused, then got mad. “Evelyn, do you have me on speaker?”
“No!”
“You know I hate being on speaker, Evelyn!”
How the hell did I become the bad guy? “Lourdes, I don’t have you on
speaker.”
“Then how did he hear me, Evelyn?”
“Because you’re too damn loud!”
Another pause. “I wasn’t that loud,” she said defensively.
I smacked my hand over my eyes, joining Mateo in his
laughter.
1. The heart:
“You broke
like a piece of glass, right in front of me.” He swallowed hard. “And it
fucking ripped me apart…”
CECY ROBSON
is the New Adult and Contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, and the
award winning author of the Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series. A
self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a
jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and
a knack for breaking into song, despite her family’s vehement protests. A
full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the South, Cecy
enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her
head by telling their stories.
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