Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confidence, but not too much that they seemed arrogant. I was fascinated by them. Sleek. Forget eye candy. These two are like eye caffeine. I feel energized just looking at them.
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Damn you__e got an irresistible mouth. You should hold it against me more often._ ~Luke, Kissing the Maid of Honor
I stared at my lap. I wished I were confident, I wished I were brave. I wished he didn__ scare me. But the more he spoke the less I wanted to look away, and the more I did.
While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about the endless opportunities that lay ahead for me. Life, I knew, was going to be different now_ better. I was going to live for today and for the future. Dear past_ thank you for the lessons. Dear future_ I am ready.
Taut, intelligent, and intense suspense that is deeply human.___ark Greaney, New York Times Bestselling Author of Gunmetal Gray__xciting and well-layered....David Bell is a master storyteller with a sure hand at crafting characters you feel for and stories you relish.___llen Eskens, USA Today Bestselling Author of The Life We Bury__ tense and twisty suspense novel about the dark secrets that lie buried within a community and a father who can save his daughter only by uncovering them. Will leave parents wondering just how well they truly know their children.___ester Young, author of The Gates of Evangeline and The Shimmering Road__ gripping, immersive tour-de-force full of twists and turns. BRING HER HOME kept me flipping the pages late into the night. Don__ expect to sleep until you__e finished reading this book. I could not put it down!___. J. Banner, bestselling author of The Good Neighbor and The Twilight Wife__n David Bell__ riveting BRING HER HOME, the unthinkable is only the beginning. From there, the story races through stunning twists all the way to its revelation, without letting its heart fall away in the action. Intense, emotional, and deeply satisfying. This one will keep you up late into the night. Don't miss it!___amie Mason, author of Three Graves Full and Monday__ Lie__pellbinding and pulse-raising, BRING HER HOME hooked me from the first sentence and surprised me until the final pages. Sharply written and richly observed, this book is about the secrets we keep, the mysteries that keep us, and the lengths a father will go to for the daughter he loves. David Bell is a masterful storyteller who has perfected the art of suspense in BRING HER HOME.___arah Domet, author of The Guineveres
You see that girl, she looks so happy right? But inside she's dying. She's hurt and tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak or attention seeking so she keeps it all inside. Act's like everything's perfect but she cries at night, boy does she cry at night, so that everybody thinks she is the happiest person they know, that she has no problems and her life is perfect. Little do they know.
I__ like to say I__ not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.
If I didn__ have a job, I might have stayed in bed until I rotted.
I know that whatever you decide, you__l be happy, Summer, and that is the only thing I could ever wish. Whatever happens in the rest of this summer, whatever happens the rest of your life, it__ important that you are happy, and stay that way. _ Aunt Sookie
Cuba changed you. I changed you. And you are changing me.
He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We__e inches apart and I__ mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn__ be the worst way to go.
Dance, cher?_ he asks, his blue eyes playful. I nod and he pulls me gently into his arms. He__ warm. We sway to the music and the gentle rocking of the boat. His hand rests on the small of my back, in that sweet spot that makes you feel feminine and protected and adored all at once.
Parenthood doesn__ improve one__ character, it exposes it.