Breakout New Adult sensation Monica Murphy returns with a hot new contemporary romance—a heartfelt story of second chances, forgiveness, and redemption.
Blurb:
Commitment.
I love him desperately, but he’s got so many demons, and if he can’t open up to me now, then he’ll never be the real partner I need him to be. I gave him a month, and now I’m out of here. If he truly loves me like he says, he knows where to find me.
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Excerpt:
“You’re going to turn me away yet
again, aren’t you?” she asks when I don’t say anything. The irritation in her
voice rings clear as her entire body goes tense. “I can’t believe it. I offer
myself up to you with no strings attached and you’re trying to figure out how
to let me down easy. God, I am such a moron.”
Unable to hold myself back, I
rush toward her, angry that she would insult herself. Panicked that she really
is going to walk away and I’m going to lose my chance. Thinking too much sucks.
I need to just let it happen. Take this opportunity that she’s presenting me.
And let her go when our time is
up.
“You’re not a moron,” I murmur,
reaching for her. I cup her face in my hands and position her so she has no
choice but to meet my gaze. I skim my thumbs across her cheeks, feel her
shudder at my touch. “You make an offer like that and a man needs to process it
first.”
The unshed tears still glimmer in
her eyes and one escapes, leaving a damp trail across her skin. Leaning in, I
stop its descent with my lips, tasting the salt, hearing the catch in her
breath. “We do this and it’s not going to be some half-assed thing, you know,”
I whisper.
She closes her eyes, her tears
tangled in her long, thick lashes. “What’s it going to be, then?”
“A discovery.” I nuzzle her nose
with my own, breathing in her scent, her very essence. God, I could devour her!
It’s taking everything within me to keep calm and not unleash all over her. “An
exploration.”
“That sounds like . . .
research.” Her breath hitches in her throat when I drop a tender kiss on the
tip of her nose.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “It’s
the farthest thing from research.” I drift my lips across her cheek, blazing a
hot path on her petal-soft skin. “You’re right when you said I don’t do
commitment. The closest thing I’ve ever been to commitment is . . . what I
share with you.”
She tentatively places her hands
on my hips, her fingers curling into the waistband of my jeans. Having her
hands on me sends little darts of fire throughout my insides, making me harden
in an instant. She has no idea what sort of effect she has on me. How much
restraint I’m using at this very moment not to throw her over my shoulder like
an oversexed caveman and cart her off to my bedroom.
“But it can be no more than
friendship with added . . . benefits.” I lift my head so I can look into her
troubled gaze. She doesn’t like what I have to say and I don’t like it either,
but I have to be honest. Stringing her along and making her believe this is
something more is a mistake.
The two of us together would
never work. I’m too damn selfish. I’d disappoint her. I’d hold her back when
she needs her freedom. I’m not worthy of her. She’s everything sweet and good
in my life, where there’s little sweet and good remaining.
I’ve kept her—and our relationship—as
pure as possible even after all of these years. With the realization that she’s
leaving me, that we’ll never be together again, I need to take my opportunities
where I can.
Jen bites her lip and drops her
gaze. “I can handle that.”
Her body language is more than
telling me she doesn’t really want to handle that, but I can’t worry about it
now.
I want her too damn much.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
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