Recovered Innocence #2
Beth Yarnall
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
Loveswept
Beth Yarnall’s sexy and emotional Recovered Innocence series continues as two broken souls discover that keeping their hands off each other is even harder than facing their demons.
Beau: Six years. That’s how long I spent behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit—the murder of the woman I loved. Now I’m free, but life on the outside is a different kind of prison. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be. At least I have my sister, Cora. She never stopped believing in me. She even got me a job at the private investigation agency that cleared my name. And then Vera Swain walks into Nash Security and Investigations and kicks my world on its ass.
Vera: There’s only one thing that would make me come out of hiding after two years on the run: finding my sister. I made the mistake of telling a monster about her, the same monster who beat me
and broke me. Now I’m forced to confide in Beau Hollis of Nash Security and Investigations. He looks at me like he knows me—the real me. He sees too much, makes me feel too much. The pleasure he offers is exciting and addictive. But I can’t fall for him . . . because my love could get us both killed.
and broke me. Now I’m forced to confide in Beau Hollis of Nash Security and Investigations. He looks at me like he knows me—the real me. He sees too much, makes me feel too much. The pleasure he offers is exciting and addictive. But I can’t fall for him . . . because my love could get us both killed.
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I
don’t have much of value. I’ve left so many things behind that objects no
longer have any meaning for me. I could walk out of this pay-by-the-week motel
with nothing but the clothes on my back and I’d find a way to survive. It’s a
skill that served me well as I got tossed from group home to foster home and
back again, and then when I was finally spit out into the world with literally nothing.
I left everything when I escaped . . . including my name. You don’t know what
your limits are until they’re pushed past breaking. My boundaries have been
stitched and restitched back together too many times. I no longer have a sense
of what it’s like to be able to set my own parameters.
I’m
working on that, but it’s slow going and meticulous. Mostly I stay isolated.
Interactions with other people are kept to the bare minimum, unavoidable social
necessities. I avoid eye contact and speak only when forced to. I don’t like
what I see. You can tell a lot about a person by what lurks in the depths of
their eyes. Every ugly thing they think and feel hides there. They smile, but
it doesn’t pretty up the person they are inside. What’s that saying? Like
putting lipstick on a pig. That’s what smiles are for me. People will smile at
you while they hurt you. I no longer trust them.
Everybody
has an agenda. I learned this from my mother, whose only plan was letting
anyone who would pay her shove their dick in her so she could put a needle in
her arm. I learned it from the foster families who accumulated children like
part-time jobs, cashing in the checks they got for taking us in, then barely feeding
us. And I learned it from the police who failed to protect, and the only
serving they did was to their own self-interests.
I
don’t know how long I can stay in San Diego. The need to keep moving rides me
hard. I’m too close to where everything started and where it ended. Marie is
the reason I’m here and the only reason I’ll stay for any length of time. I
have to find her. Javier knows about her. I was too stupid not to mention her
when I first met him. He’ll remember and he’ll use her to get to me, to get
back at me. I can only fight him so far. I will never win against him. But I
can try to outsmart him by staying ahead of him and finding Marie first.
Someone
bangs on the door and I jump. No one knows I’m here. At least they shouldn’t
know. I’ve been careful. But obviously not careful enough. I pull out my gun.
It’s always on hand. I don’t have to check it to know it’s ready if I need it.
At the door, I stand off-center and look through the peephole to see who’s
there. My heart explodes in my chest and I sag in the corner between the door
and the wall, breaking out into a sweat.
Beth Yarnall writes romantic suspense, mysteries, and the occasional hilarious Tweet. She discovered romance novels in middle school and hasn’t stopped writing since. For a number of years, she made her living as a hairstylist and makeup artist and co-owned a salon. Somehow hairstylists and salons always seem to find a way into her stories. Yarnall lives with her husband, two sons, and their rescue dog in Orange County, California, where she’s hard at work on her next novel.
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Beth Yarnall kicks off a steamy new series—perfect for fans of Kendra Elliot and Emma Chase—featuring a San Diego investigative team with a soft spot for lost causes and a passion for redemption.
Cora. . . . I got my driver’s license on my sixteenth birthday so I could visit my brother in prison. Five and a half years later, he’sstill locked up for a murder he didn’t commit and I’m still trying to find a way to set him free. Then I hear about Nash Security and Investigation, a private detective agency that helped exonerate a wrongfully convicted man after thirty-nine years in prison. The problem? They’ve already taken on the one pro-bono case they’ll accept this year.
Leo. . . . I’m this close to finishing law school—and never working another day at my dad’s P.I. office—when Cora Hollis walks through the door. She’s got a box of files, a handful of leads, and an independent streak a mile wide. She fascinates me and I can’t say no. Suddenly I’m volunteering to help her find a missing witness who could be the key to her brother’s case. But nothing is what it seems and giving in to the attraction between us could be more dangerous than finding the real murderer.
Cora. . . . I got my driver’s license on my sixteenth birthday so I could visit my brother in prison. Five and a half years later, he’sstill locked up for a murder he didn’t commit and I’m still trying to find a way to set him free. Then I hear about Nash Security and Investigation, a private detective agency that helped exonerate a wrongfully convicted man after thirty-nine years in prison. The problem? They’ve already taken on the one pro-bono case they’ll accept this year.
Leo. . . . I’m this close to finishing law school—and never working another day at my dad’s P.I. office—when Cora Hollis walks through the door. She’s got a box of files, a handful of leads, and an independent streak a mile wide. She fascinates me and I can’t say no. Suddenly I’m volunteering to help her find a missing witness who could be the key to her brother’s case. But nothing is what it seems and giving in to the attraction between us could be more dangerous than finding the real murderer.
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