Author: Laura Dunaway
Release Date: March 7, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A new beginning...
When Lucy meets Knox Taylor, the intoxicating man in the business suit, everything she thought she knew about relationships changes. He is strong, seductive and makes her feel safe. But can she open up enough to let him in?
Will Lucy Jane escape the scars of her past? Can Knox give her the future she ultimately deserves?
A story of rediscovery...
First let me just say that this is the first book that I read from this author.
Oh wow just finish reading this book an I love it, love the characters love the way this book turned out to be. I'm gone keep this short because I don't want to give anything away.
Lucy is a young woman that just moved to New York, she left her ex boyfriend that she being living with for the last three years, after he basically beat the crap out of her, for the last three years she's being in an abuse relationship, into she decide to move now she is living in NY and working in the mall in a store, she is working as a sale person, one morning while she was working after helping a costumer she heard his voice, that's when she met Knox Taylor. after she sold him an aftershave lotion her co-worker asked her do you know who was that she said no, after she found out who it was she was not interested, the last thing that was on her mind was to get involved with someone else. After that day Knox made it to become her friends, he know that she has being through something and he is gone find out just what.
After few weeks when by when she got out of work, Knox was outside of her job he offer her a ride home she accepted, what she was not expecting was that Knox was gone knock all the walls that she put up for her self.
I love reading about this two, love it how Knox show her how a real man treats a woman, and love it how he show her what true love is, I really enjoy and love reading this book, Author Laura Dunaway THANK YOU for introducing me to this amazing characters and this awesome book. cant wait to read more of your books.
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I was standing at my dresser, eyes focused on my reflection in the mirror as I pinned my hair into a bun when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Time seemed to slow down as the bobby pins dropped from my hands and I fell to my knees. I gasped for air, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of me.
“Don’t you ever think of doing that again, bitch,” I heard Drake tell me in his menacing deep voice, his dirty brown work boots in front of me. I had no idea what it was I’d done.
Most of the time I hadn’t done anything.
I put my hands on the floor, still trying to take deep breaths. “Wh-what did I do?” I asked in a strained voice against the agony burrowing in my back.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back, and my hair was being pulled so tight that I yelped at the searing sensation. Tears stung my eyes at the torturous pressure as I balled my hands into fists, trying to resist grabbing at his hand.
I knew that would make my situation worse.
“I saw you. I saw you talking to that prick at the grocery store. You think I don’t know what you do every hour of the day? Huh?” He pulled back harder on my head, and tears streamed down my face as I tried not to scream.
I tried to remember whom I’d talked to at the grocery store. I had gone there to get a few items, but I didn’t remember having any conversations.
“You mean the guy who took my cart when I was done putting the groceries in the car?”
He finally released my hair and the relief was immense. I fell to the floor and rubbed my scalp as he towered over me. I ignored the desire to scoot away from him because I’d learned the hard way that it only angered him more. Instead, I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest as I rocked back and forth.
“Yes, Lucy, the guy who took the cart from you. Do you realize how bad it looks when you talk to other guys? Good lord, how stupid can you get?”
He started pacing back and forth, swiping his hands through his dark blond greasy hair. His footsteps were strong and loud, especially when he wore those big, ugly, work boots that were always caked with mud. I did my best to stop shaking and rocking—I needed to appear as calm as possible. You would think I’d be used to his rage by now, but each time he assaulted me, it made me shake to my core.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I knew I’d done nothing wrong. I’d been taught that it was always better to apologize than to try to explain the situation. I’d been with him for three years, and it was all I could do to stay sane. The numbness that had taken over my mind and soul was the only way I survived.
He stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You’re what?”
I looked into his cold gray eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said in a louder voice.
He walked toward me and bent to his knees, his ugly eyes softening somewhat as he took my face in his sandpaper rough hands. I wanted to cower and throw up, but I looked him in the eye because I knew if I looked down, it would anger him even more.
“Lucy Jane, you know I hate having to lash out at you, but you give me no choice. I can’t have you prancing around town talking to every asshole you see. It makes me look bad, baby.”