Coming Back
by Emma South
Pub. Date: July 2, 2015
Pub. Date: July 2, 2015
Pages: 226
Genres: New Adult, Romantic Suspense
Once, Christabelle Jayne defied death. Learning to live and love again is going to be so much harder.
After being abducted and vanishing without a trace, she was presumed dead. But Christie isn’t the kind of girl that goes down without a fight. When she crawls out of the forest almost two years later, bruised and bleeding, she is confronted by a world that seems to have moved on and left her behind.
Dean Hawking returned to Warfields after a terrible tragedy on the job shook his faith in humanity. The cop’s transfer home wasn’t the cure-all he hoped for until the best thing about it, the girl he loved since high school, Christie Jayne, turns up alive.
Their worlds are thrust together again for the first time in years. Though still reeling from her ordeal, in Dean she finds a fathomless love that reminds her there are still beautiful things in the world. In Christie, he sees his chance at redemption…
Then Dean uncovers some startling information about Christie’s case, revealing that she might be in imminent danger, and their second chance at love will be put to the test when the full story of her escape is revealed. Can there be any coming back from what she’s had to do?
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I'm in my thirties and living in New Zealand. About 2 years ago I lost somebody very close to me. I was lucky in a way, I was given enough time to make a promise. My promise was that I would never forget our young and innocent love, and it's a promise I intend to keep.
My writing is a way to help me keep that promise. I've always enjoyed writing but was forced into being 'prudent' and giving myself over to soul-crushing office work for the sake of a steady salary. Recent events forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and I decided to take a chance. I like to put little pieces of 'us' into my writing, from funny conversations we had, to apocalyptic arguments, to that special feeling you get when you hop into bed fully aware that your feet are freezing but your partner doesn't kick you away.
Even though these things are set in fictional worlds and attached to fictional characters, in a way it feels like I'm doing something that will make our love live forever. If somebody reads one of my stories and likes a joke or sheds a tear, then our love has lived on, and I thank any readers I might have for that.
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Please visit Emma's website to sign up for my newsletter.
I'm in my thirties and living in New Zealand. About 2 years ago I lost somebody very close to me. I was lucky in a way, I was given enough time to make a promise. My promise was that I would never forget our young and innocent love, and it's a promise I intend to keep.
My writing is a way to help me keep that promise. I've always enjoyed writing but was forced into being 'prudent' and giving myself over to soul-crushing office work for the sake of a steady salary. Recent events forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and I decided to take a chance. I like to put little pieces of 'us' into my writing, from funny conversations we had, to apocalyptic arguments, to that special feeling you get when you hop into bed fully aware that your feet are freezing but your partner doesn't kick you away.
Even though these things are set in fictional worlds and attached to fictional characters, in a way it feels like I'm doing something that will make our love live forever. If somebody reads one of my stories and likes a joke or sheds a tear, then our love has lived on, and I thank any readers I might have for that.
Author Links:
http://emmasouth.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7304575.Emma_South
https://twitter.com/EmmaSouthAuthor
GIVEAWAY
Excerpt: Christie
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Dean liked what he saw when he looked at me, more than anybody I’d ever been with. It was more than a little empowering, it made me feel so unashamedly sexy I could have torn his clothes off right there and then, but I held back, savoring the sensation of being unwrapped like a present he’d waited his whole life for.
The release of my bra strap was an immense relief. I breathed deeply, feeling the cool air on my skin under the now loose garment. Dean’s hands moved back to my shoulders and pulled the straps down my arms.
He breathed a sigh of appreciation when my bra joined my shirt on the floor, and I moaned in return when his hands found their way to my exposed mounds, kneading and lifting them as my nipples poked into his palms. I grabbed the edge of the counter again to brace myself, pushing my chest out against his grip all the more firmly.
For an instant before he pulled away, I could feel the unmistakable evidence of his own arousal prodding against my belly. I wasn’t sure what he was doing for a second, but he quickly showed me when he reached around under my ass and pulled me up into the air so my legs wrapped around him and that bulge was far more intimately positioned.
“Come with me,” he said as I secured my arms around his neck and he began to carry me towards his bedroom.
“Was I speeding, officer?” I asked.
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