Finding
Nathan
Love
Lies Bleeding #2
By
HJ Harley
February 23, 2015
Available 2.23.15 on:
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FINDING NATHAN
The long awaited
honeymoon is finally over for leading man, Nathan Harper and his feisty bride,
Jordie. As they settle into their new home Nathan finally feels confident
enough with this fresh start to share with his wife the struggles of
rediscovering himself. Now more than ever Jordie needs to be strong when
Nathan gives her his journal and let’s her see the darkest months of her life
through his eyes. Who will hurt her more, the man who loves her or will she
self-destruct?
The love lies bleeding series in order
Finding Jordie
Finding Nathan February
Finding Rachel June 2015
Excerpt
When
we walked into the new place, it was exciting and refreshing. I took a second
and stood at the door with a smile.
“Admire
it after you’re all moved in and get your ass in here. Help me. I’m not doing
this by myself, and you’re a damn hoarder.” I heard Rachel’s voice come from
somewhere behind the wall of boxes in the living area.
“Whatever,
asshole,” I yelled out to her and dropped myself by the door.
“Hello,
gorgeous,” I heard Nathan say as he walked down the hallway towards me, wearing
my smile.
He
wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in a week.
“Holy
hell, you two. Seriously?” Rachel scoffed as she attempted to get the tape off
a box marked MISCELLANEOUS.
“I’m bound and determined to find my Michael
Kors bag, you sticky- fingered bitch,” she mumbled playfully.
“And here’s one
of them fingers just for you,” I said to Rachel as I walked past her, flipping
her off.
Nathan showed me around and I started to feel overwhelmed with
happiness. I exhaled to try and calm myself.
“What’s up?” Nathan asked as we
were walking out of our bedroom towards Nate’s room.
“Nothing is wrong.
Everything is just right.” I wiped my eyes before the tears that had welled up
could fall.
“I love you. Look where we’re standing. This is a second chance for
both of us to be a part of something amazing. Us, our kids, my mom and dad,
Tyler, and I guess even Rachel...” He nodded his head back and smiled.
“I
heard that, asshole,” Rachel yelled from the living room. “Ah, damn, the baby
monitor is on in here, isn’t it?” He chuckled. We both laughed and I stood up
on my tippy toes to give him a kiss. “I don’t know what I did to deserve
you.”
“If I had to guess, I’d probably say you endured life with that
criminally insane ex of yours.”
“Ha
ha. Very funny.” I smacked his arm lightly as we headed back to the living
room.
“What.
The. Fuck? Jordan, seriously, bitch. You gone and lost your damn mind.
What is all this?” Rachel said very loudly and slowly.
“What
are you yelling about?” Frank asked all three of us as he walked over to stand
by Rachel.
There it was, in all its glory—the box marked PERSONAL, DO NOT
TOUCH—ESPECIALLY
YOU, RACHEL!
The
box just sat there, wide open, along with Rachel’s mouth. She slowly raised her
arms and turned to face us, holding a pair of white boy-short panties with MRS.
HARPER slapped across the ass in bright red letters.
Nathan
shrugged his shoulders.
“What’s
the big deal? She is Mrs. Harper.” He paused. “Okay, yeah, what gives?”
He looked confused.
Rachel
tried to stifle her laugh because she knew what Nathan didn’t.
“Oh,
it’s a big deal all right.” She threw the panties at me and I busted out
laughing.
“This.
It’s literally a big deal,” Rachel confirmed, waving the packing slip around.
“What?
Is it a crime for me to go lingerie-shopping?” I tried to take the packing slip
from her and I widened my eyes to hint for her to shut the fuck up.
“Oh,
Jesus, I can’t stand when you two talk all cryptic. It’s like a different
frequency that only you two can hear.” Nathan snagged the slip from Rachel’s
hands and scanned the invoice.
“Wow,
I’d say at a dollar each you got the best deal ever, considering these things
retail for about fifteen bucks a pop. And this was your lingerie- shopping?” He
shook his head and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my
forehead.
HJ HARLEY
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