If you hurry — and given Australia is ahead of the rest of the world — you may still be able to pick up “Kiss It Better” on a pre-order less than $1 steal-deal.
As always, Escape Publishing has come through with a sexy cover, great editing (thanks Kate Cuthbert and Lauren McKellar) and fabulous support. My critique partner Eliza Redgold earned her halo helping make “Kiss It Better” real. A quarter life crisis is like any sudden and forced change in our lives: painful to work through. I hope you enjoy Cassie’s story and the love she fights for.
Revisit gorgeous Jardin Bay with Jenny Schwartz’s fabulous new novel. The town may look like paradise, but for one nurse it represents only broken dreams.
All Cassie Freedom wants to do is save the world, and she could, if only she were able to. But her dream of nursing in Africa is shattered, and she returns home to Jardin Bay, where familiarity, security, and a sense of her own failure threaten to drown her.
Dr. Theo Morrigan knows a thing or two about responsibility, leaving his own medical practice to take over a family business. He knows his mind, his future, and how he wants to live his life – until an old secret resurfaces and rocks his whole world.
Suddenly, the man who needed no one needs a broken-hearted nurse, and a nurse who thinks she’s too weak will find her own strength.
When Cassie Meets Theo
Rage at her own uselessness propelled her off the bench. She needed to move, to do something that gave her an illusion of living.
She hitched at the waistband of her old trackies. She’d lost weight and now they dragged at her hips.
‘What?’ It was less a question than a snarled warning to back off. The last thing she needed was to be polite to a stranger, a tourist. She let her messy brown hair fall over her eyes and glowered at her toes. Okay, so maybe part of the reason she felt cold was that although she’d grabbed her dad’s coat before leaving the house, she hadn’t thought of shoes.
‘Or maybe it’s not a nice day?’
Damn him. The stranger sounded amused.
She lifted her head to give him the benefit of her best scowl.
Cue the rock music and the low, deep-throated roar of a motorbike. Black leather jeans hugged muscled thighs, leading down to killer boots and up to a white T-shirt beneath an open black leather jacket over wide, wide shoulders. Up higher was a strong, tanned throat, a rugged chin, a mouth made to sin , and dark brown eyes faintly crinkled at the corners with amusement. He looked to be early thirties, and making every year count.
The man was a sex god. He didn’t even have helmet hair, despite the motorbike helmet held in one large hand. His hair was jet black and just long enough to hint at curls. Hair that begged a woman to lose control and — wow!
He put the helmet down on the bench and stretched.
Cassie moaned, then slapped a hand over her mouth, horrified that such a sound had escaped her.
Not that he’d noticed. He was luxuriating in working his muscles. It was like watching a big cat wake up: all power and effortless control. Soon he’d be looking for lunch.
Knees that had staunchly held her up through gun-pointing, life-threatening incidents, wobbled.
But she wasn’t impressed. She definitely wasn’t ogling. It was just that he stood between her and the view. You know, if she angled her body sideways. She reminded herself that she was a woman notoriously indifferent to sex appeal. Give her a good book and a…Heaven have mercy. He was taking off his jacket.
Tight, white T-shirts ought to be illegal. Or maybe it was bodies like his that ought to be outlawed. She sat down on the bench to think about it.
He sat down beside her, far enough away not to be creepy, but still way too close for her body to resume normal functions. Beneath the sheepskin coat and flannel shirt, her skin flushed. She eased the collar away from her throat, hoping the flush wouldn’t crawl up her throat and betray her the way her knees had. Treacherous bastards.
He stretched out his legs. ‘It’s a long ride from the city.’
She looked away from where the black leather lovingly contoured his muscles and deep breathed. She had friends who were vegans. They wouldn’t approve of all that leather at all. Unfortunately, in trying to summon some disapproval, she imagined him without the leather.