Final Surrender
Surrender, #1
Jennifer Kacey
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica
Publisher: Samhain Publshing
Date of Publication: March 24, 2015
Number of pages: 295
Word Count: 93,728
Excerpt:Without trust, their hearts—and their lives—don’t stand a chance in hell.
Surrender, Book 1
Ten years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.
Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.
It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.
But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.
Warning: When an ex-Marine reunites with his best friend’s younger sister, explosive sex is a given. So are explosive secrets. You may never look at a pair of Snoopy pajama pants the same way again.
A step creaked as she moved down the stairs and she immediately froze.Guest Post:
Holding her breath, waiting for them to catch her, made her feel guilty so she exhaled, making extra noise and stepped down to the main floor. This was her life and her home and, by God, Clay wasn’t going to show up and make her forget everything she had worked so hard for.
They were just being paranoid.
Kind of.
She hesitated again at the door and ran her fingers over the healing scar on her wrist. Her safety was important. She recognized that, but staying inside, shaking like a scared Chihuahua didn’t sit well with her either. It was only a block down the street to get a coffee and paper. She’d even bring them back something. A peace offering should appease him. Them. She meant them.
A note!
She should leave a note. She grabbed a notepad from behind the front counter, told them what she was doing and went back upstairs, leaving the paper on the kitchen table.
Feeling better about informing him of her plans, she didn’t hesitate as she grabbed the door lock.
The tumbler on the door snapped as she opened the door and relief swept over her. Being inside was awesome until you did it because you were scared.
She stepped outside, locked the door behind her and stood in the crisp morning air. After looking both ways to make sure no one was there, and listening to her Spidey sense…she snickered at her own joke and leaned back against the building.
Nothing seemed out of place. Fear didn’t close in on her. It was just a nice morning.
Yeah, okay, butt-crack-of-dawn morning, but it was past five o’clock so it counted. Barely. Close enough.
Closing her eyes for a second, she stepped away from the building and headed down the block. Birds were singing and the breeze smelled like honeysuckle.
Umm…
Actually, there were cabs honking and it smelled a bit like garbage when the wind wasn’t blowing but whatever. She was outside and nothing was going to ruin her happy.
Lazily, she made her way to the coffee stand and Enrique greeted her as he did every morning.
“Hello, pretty fashion lady.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Hello, handsome coffee man.”
He grabbed a paper for her and set it on the counter. “You haven’t been by the past few days. You okay? I worry about you.”
“Join the club,” she murmured under her breath as he filled a cup of coffee. “Can I get three today? And I’ve been okay.” Mostly not a lie. “Been really busy.” Definitely not a lie.
“But you were hurt last week, no?”
“It was nothing.”
He gave her a funny look. “Nothing doesn’t give you a bump on the head and a cut on your arm.” He patted her hand and turned around to make more coffee. “Three today. For you anything.”
“You say that to all the girls.”
“Yes. But for you I actually mean it.” He set the other coffees on the counter.
Adding cream and sugar to her coffee, she tried to laugh off his worry. “Sweet talker.”
He grinned from ear to ear, as he took her money and made her change. “You need help getting these back to your place? Hermano will be back in just a minute from making a delivery and he could help you.”
“No, no,” she told him, pocketing her change as she tucked the paper under her arm and lifted hers to take a sip. “This is awesome. Mmm…and I’ll be fine. It’s close.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Absolutely.”
Enrique glanced over her shoulder and his eyes went wide.
“I knew I’d find you here.”
Angela whipped around, letting go of the first cup of coffee and it splashed to the ground. The man dressed in black, hovering over her, latched on to her wrist and yanked her toward him. The paper scattered in the wind and Angela screamed. Fighting the hold he had on her arm, panic took over and she lost her balance.
Hitting the concrete, she scooted backwards on her elbows and tried to get away. The lights above him hid his face and he kept advancing.
Something was in his hand.
“Clay!” she screamed for help, as her back touched the wall of a building.
Trapped.
She was trapped and the man kept coming.
Top 10 Things I love about Clay and Angela
- Angela waking Clay up from his nightmare. Yowza!
- The scene in the kitchen with Clay in Snoopy pajama pants.
- When Angela gets hurt before the story even starts she sees Clay’s face. Him being her comfort. Love that.
- Angela and Clay are both successful and independent. Completely self-sufficient. Yet…they still need each other to be truly happy.
- The picture over the fireplace and how it comes full circle.
- Angela’s thinking spot in the park.
- The way Clay takes care of Angela after she gets hurt. And how frustrated he gets with himself when she bonks her head on the headboard that night.
- Both of their perspectives in the ambulance. How very different life can be. And how perfect.
- Angela’s unwavering love for Clay. No matter what happens. No matter where they are. No matter what curve balls life throws at them, she never stops loving him.
- Clay’s ability to finally let himself love her back. After a lifetime of fighting it, decades of denying she’s his perfect match, his final surrender is…everything.
Giveaway:
Jennifer Kacey will be awarding an e-book from her backlist as well as a swag pack of goodies from several authors to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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