Surviving Broken (Book Four) The Mathews
Family Series
B & N: TBD
iTunes: TBD
RELEASE DATE: September 29th, 2014
Blurb
~ Sometimes you have to go through hell to find your
heaven ~
Most women have a wish list when it comes to what kind of
man they want to date. JC Mathews used a strict set of guidelines as a safety
net to keep herself out of trouble and out of love.
On hiatus from the bright lights and speculative gazes of
her career in the fashion industry, JC lets her guard down...only to the wrong
man. After escaping Italy and the hands of her abuser, she returns to Malibu to
recover. The last thing she expects to find is a large, gorgeous intruder
swimming naked in her pool.
Reed Rider left Texas and his broken heart behind in order
to settle his aunt’s affairs after her death. Seeking refuge from the
California heat for a midnight swim in his neighbor’s backyard, he never
expects to find the nude silhouette of a long-haired beauty standing at the
water’s edge.
As their passion ignites and the pages of JC's rulebook
fade to grey, she unlocks her guarded heart to begin a new chapter in her life.
When hidden truths are exposed and secrets unravel, will they survive the
threats from their broken pasts?
EXCERPT
#1 (#EyesOnMeDarlin)
Everything
around her came to screeching halt.
Every
voice, every footstep, every clink of a glass, even the music rendered silent.
Overcome by fear, she stood, paralyzed, as her pulse rampaged through the veins
in her neck. JC stared at the man sitting at the table with his back toward
her. She’d only seen one man who measured up to Codge’s size, and he’d swam
naked in her pool last night.
Fear
exploded into anger and aggravation, realizing she stood shaking in her boots
while he sat enjoying himself with friends. Oh,
that is it! I don’t fucking think so! I am not going to be afraid of you…or any
other man!
Slamming
her purse on the bar, she snarled at Codge, “Watch this for me.”
JC stormed
toward the group of men ordering a round of drinks from the waitress. Her eyes
narrowed and jaw clamped tight and she stopped directly behind the man. Other
men at the table all took notice of JC staring viciously at the back of his
head as if it were a dartboard.
A man
sitting directly across the table surveyed her with wide, curious eyes.
Clearing his throat, he mumbled something and nodded in JC’s direction.
Everyone
at the table, now fully aware of her fury, watched as the large man glanced
nonchalantly over his shoulder.
Her
heartbeat pounded in her chest as their eyes met and locked.
He made a
grim observation of the situation, slowly returning his gaze to the table,
muttering, “Oh, hell.”
JC’s hands
balled into fists, ready to take aim as he scooted his chair away from the
table. “Oh, hell is right!” She demanded, “Why were you in my pool?”
Rising
from the chair, he straightened to his full height, towering over JC. The
enormous size of him made her stagger back a step. Blood rushed from her face,
draining her of color. Anger welled up inside, pissed at herself for
withdrawing.
“Change
that to a shot of Jack Daniels,” he said to the waitress.
Finding
her nerve, JC lifted her chest taking a bold step towards him, encroaching into
his personal space. Her voice
escalated three octaves higher. “Why were you naked in my pool? Were you trying to rob me? What are you? Some
kind of burglar?”
“Make that
two shots of Jack,” he called toward the bar, uneasily running his fingers
through his dirty-blond hair. He turned back to the men sitting at the table.
“’Scuse me.”
He held
his hand out, politely gesturing JC toward the bar as if attempting to avoid an
embarrassing scene.
“What’s
the matter? You don’t want your friends to know you broke into my backyard?”
He
cautiously touched his hand against the small of her back.
She
flinched and swatted at his hand. “Don’t touch me!” she fumed, taking an
aggressive stance, almost chest bumping him as she glared up into his eyes.
He gazed
down, staring at her sympathetically with the most gorgeous ice blue eyes she’d
ever seen. As he leaned in next to her ear, she recoiled when the stubble on
his face briefly touched the skin near her temple. “Ma’am, I’d appreciate it if
you’ll allow me to explain. I’m not a burglar. And I don’t need everybody in
this bar thinking I might be one.”
JC blinked
repeatedly, silently damning him for having such tender sweetness in his voice
that dripped like honey from his tongue. An unfamiliar sensation rippled
through her all the way down to her toes. Turning from his hypnotic blue eyes,
she marched to the bar.
Codge’s
elbows rested on the bar top, leaning his chin on his entwined fingers. A
bottle of Jack Daniels and two full shot glasses sat in front of him on the
thick slab of wood.
A light
dampness of sweat covered her body from the adrenaline coursing through her
body. Her chest heaved up and down with each breath. JC waited for her streaker
to explain, but he seemed to be at a loss for words, only staring at her
intently.
“Well,
spit it out,” she snipped, impatiently placing her hands on her hips.
He reached
for a shot of Jack and then another, extending a shot glass to her.
“You think
I’m gonna have a drink with you?” she shrieked, appalled by the offer.
A hint of
a smile flirted on his lip. He handed her the shot. “I thought it might settle
you down.”
JC gripped
the cold glass between her fingers. “Whiskey makes me louder.”
He glanced
at Codge with bent brow, downed his shot and removed the shot glass from JC’s
fingers, setting it on the bar. “Look ma’am, if whisky makes you feistier, you
don’t need this.”
Her mouth
dropped open with a huff. Defiantly, she reached over, grabbed the shot between
her fingers and tossed it back in one swig. Licking the burning sweet whiskey
from her lips, JC choked, “Why do you keep calling me ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?”
Her
irritation grew as he simply gaped at her mouth.
“I’m from
Texas. We call—”
“Well
you’re not in Texas! You’re in California…naked in my pool.”
Codge let
out a deep throaty chuckle as he filled the shot glass again.
“I’m
sorry, Mrs. Clemmins. I thought you were out of town. I’m—”
“Ewww! I
am not Mrs. Clemmins.” JC wrinkled her nose. “Mrs. Clemmins is my mother and
Mr. Clemmins is my stepdad.”
Staring at
JC, he mused over her in bewilderment before swallowing another shot of Jack.
Codge
snickered for the second time.
“I’ve
about heard enough out of you, old man,” the man warned with a sharp glare.
“Hey!
Don’t you talk to my friend like that,” JC sassed back boldly.
“I’m
sorry, what’s your name?”
Codge
crooned, smiling ear from ear. “Her name is JC Mathews.”
Her
streaker’s ice blue eyes smiled teasingly. “JC, darlin’, I hate to be the
bearer of bad news, but Codge is my
friend.”
Out of the
corner of her eye, Codge mouthed something to the man. She snapped her head
toward the bar, snarling, “Are you enjoying
this, Codge? What did you just say to him?”
Codge held
out his hands blamelessly, pointing to the man with flushed cheeks. “Me? I
didn’t say anything. Ask him.”
JC’s
patience pushed past her limits. Throwing her hands in the air, she pointed at
both men. “Bullshit! Somebody better start talking. You still haven’t told me
why you were in my yard! And don’t call me darlin’!”
Codge shot
the man a wary glance. “Reed, my friend, you’re on your own. I’ve known her
family for too many years.” He nervously stroked his goatee. “I said—”
“I guess
it can’t get any worse. He said goddess.
My name is Reed. I’m your neighbor. And I was caught swimming naked in your
pool because I was hot. I thought you were out of town. Hell, I’ve never seen
anyone at that house and the day I decide, What
the hell, Reed, no one’s home, you show up. I’m sorry for scaring the
daylights out of ya’. I thought you were—”
“A goddess. He thought you were a
goddess,” Codge belted out a booming laugh.
Reed
glowered at Codge as if he was about to commit murder. “I thought you were Mrs.
Clemmins.”
Codge
chuckled. “That’s not exactly how he
told the story. There was definitely a goddess
mixed in there somewhere, along with—”
“Codge!”
The roar of Reed’s harsh warning made JC flinch.
The old
man smiled big enough to stick a nickel in his dimples. “JC, did you come here
to eat one of my famous turkey burgers? Why don’t you two have a seat at a
table and let your new neighbor dig himself a big hole? Dinner’s on me.”
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