Series: Seeking Serenity series, Book #1
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 11, 2013
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Book Blurb:
Graduate student Autumn McShane has had her share of heartbreak. She's been abandoned and betrayed and she lost her beloved mother in a tragic car accident five months ago. That loss damaged her body and fractured her spirit but she's learning to recover, until her ex-boyfriend returns to town, intent on making her life miserable.
Declan Fraser hates her ex as much as Autumn does, but the last thing she needs is to put her trust in the hands of another man, especially one like Declan: his hard body and lulling Irish accent makes more than a few girls weak-kneed. The talented rugby player is rude and sarcastic, with tattooed, muscular arms and a cocky attitude, but he's the only one who can help Autumn win an ill-advised bet that, if lost, could cost her more than she's willing to pay. The reluctant alliance between Declan and Autumn stirs up cravings she doesn't want to admit, but Declan is a hard man to resist.
Just when Autumn starts letting down her carefully constructed walls to the sexy bad boy, he betrays her when she needs him most. Autumn suspects Declan has secrets, and she is determined to uncover what drove him away from her, even if that means fraternizing with the enemy. But will the truth return Declan to her arms or add to the scars on her heart?
Author Bio:
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” will launch October 2013.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, thinking up impossible plots, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
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I adored this book! It was a great read and definitely one that you didn’t want to end.
I loved that the author dealt with issues that aren’t in many Romance stories such as recovering from an accident and the loss of a parent to being re introduced to another parent and finding the one you fall in love with means something much more to you then you ever thought possible!
Autumn dealt with her father leaving her as a kid, to her boyfriend leaving her to go overseas, to just recently surviving a car accident that her mother didn’t make. She has to learn to put herself back together and re build her life. Just when everything seems to be going right her ex shows up. However Autumn isn’t the same girl she was before the accident.
She has become a better version of herself that isn’t going to fall into the same patterns and delve into another unhealthy relationship with Tyler.
When she meets Declan you think they are just perfect together, then he starts retreating and telling her they mean nothing to him. What Autumn finds out is that her father left her as a kid and went and raised Declan.
Can she ever get past the fact that he ‘took’ her dad away? Can their love conquer?
In the end she realizes there was more to the story then she ever knew and nothing is going to stop her from loving whom she wants to love.
I loved that this book was about young adults and that it wasn’t based about a high school romance.
Amazing work Eden Butler.
4 FMR Stars
xx Tash
DELETED SCENE - Declan’s Reaction to Autumn’s Scar – Library Basement
The scar is vicious. A red, jagged line that sweeps across her stomach, dips in the center where I think the stitches were. It is fierce-looking and the only thing that disturbs the perfect contours of her creamy skin. Autumn’s stomach is tight, toned and I can’t help my bleeding fingers as they descend on her skin, my hand as it rests above her hip or my thumb as it rubs against that scar.
I want to kiss it, lick it, make this gorgeous girl see that I’m not fussed by the mark. It’s her, isn’t it? And even though I wanted to throttle her just an hour ago, I can’t lie and say I haven’t wanted her from that first bity chat in her classroom. She’s fecking gorgeous.
I touch her, my thumbnail running along that pink, angry gash and her stomach muscles twitch and the faint, nearly translucent hairs on her stomach stand on end.
She likes this. She likes me touching her.
Well, shite, mate, that’s excellent, isn’t it now?
But I can’t let her see that I like it too, the touching her bit. I have to be calm, can’t let her know that I’m as affected by this small touching as she is. I pull back, straighten and my first thought is to show her just how marked up I am as well.
I yank off my shirt then pull my tee from my shoulder, presenting her with a particularly nasty scar I’ve had since I was a kid, the one Rory McDonald gave me. Her face has gone nearly blank, those beautiful grey eyes flicking all over my skin and I instantly harden at that look.
Dismissing the way she stares at me, I pull down my shirt, lift up the hem to show her another.
“Mickey Douglas forgot to ditch his watch during a practice match when I was eighteen. Fecking thing nearly ripped me in half when he lined me up and smashed me as I went for a try-scoring pass.”
Now it’s my stomach tightening, working the muscles hard as she stares. Autumn swallows and her full, pink lips move as though they won’t let whatever’s trying to come out her mouth leave.
“That’s um, yeah.”
I take a step toward her, liking the way she stares, liking that her eyes aren’t on my scar, but staring down at the lines in my stomach, at the thin hair above my belt. I hope she doesn’t notice how hard I’m getting. I hope she won’t see that my body likes her eyes on my skin.
She goes rigid when I drop my shirt. I’m not smiling. I can’t. Sudden thoughts of that expression, of others I think she would make, come to me. Her staring at me with that same look as she rubs her tight body against mine, as the smooth feel of her naked arms, tits, work over me. In my mind, she is soft everywhere with dips and curves that wait for my hands, for my lips. And freckles? Fuck me, I bet there are freckles over every inch of her body. I want to kiss each one, count them, ticking off each number with the tip of my tongue.
Her eyes flick to my face when my shirt lowers. Again my hands move on their own, I have no control over those buggers. All sudden like, I have this fecking compulsion to touch her, feel just how soft that skin is, touch her face and those high cheekbones, that plump mouth. I move my thumbnail across her bottom lip, smoothing it there just like she did mine the other night on the sidewalk. She has no clue what that did to me. We’d been barking at each other and I was so hacked off by her sneaking off to have a chat with the president. I figured she’d backed out on her promise to keep my barmy attack to herself. But then all my anger disappeared when she touched me, when her eyes went all soft like and her long fingernail move across my bottom lip.
I wanted her. Right then. I wanted to take her home, hell, against the brick building behind us and kiss her soundly. I wanted to press her tiny, hard body against me, to grip her round arse, to show her what one bity touch from her clever fingers had done to me.
But then, she fucked with me, was having me on and I had to hurry home, ignoring Joe’s curious frown and dive into my shower with thoughts of those nimble fingers and full lips attacking my mind.
Now all of that comes back and I wonder if me touching her the way she’d touched me is doing the same things to her. I wonder if she’s as affected by how much I want her as I was. By the wide, gaping stretch of her eyes and how she goggles, I think she is.
She smells like fecking heaven when I inch closer and I can’t help but inhale, taking in that flowery girl smell that shoots straight to my knob. I can feel her shaking, her hair moving when I reach the curve of her ear. “Like what you see, love?”
She doesn’t speak at first, seems in fact, quite incapable of doing much more than biting her bottom lip and wetting it with her soft, pink tongue. I have to hold back the moan that vibrates in my throat. The air is thick, heavy with the weight of what lingers between us. Desire, passion, the fecking desperate need to touch, to claim. It hangs in the air, covers us like a cape.
“Yes….um, no…it’s not like that.”
I smile to myself, knowing what she wants, knowing that she’s likely the sort to deny herself to the last. Fecking stubborn arse.
“Liar.”
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