EXCERPT REVEAL - LiberateHer
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SNEAK PEEK
It had been five years since I heard his voice. I’ll never forget the sorrowful inflection in it when he broke my heart all those years ago. I stood there humiliated by his words. I’m sorry, I got carried away by the moment, and this should have never happened between us. Please forgive me.
I repeat the words. Ones I hadn’t thought of in a long time. This should have never happened. They’ve haunted me since the day they left his lips and landed on my ears. It had been my twentieth birthday party and Grigsby’s thirty-second. There was something about him that my heart latched on to the first day I saw him sitting behind the wheel of his corvette as he rolled down the window and offered me a ride.
I woke up this morning and heard the voicemail he’d left for me. All those emotions flooded back, squeezing my heart and making it hard for me to breathe. I felt as if I was suffocating, gasping for every breath I took. I’ve learned to live with the hand that I’d been dealt, or at least that’s what I’d told myself after the funeral.
Check out an exclusive excerpt from LiberateHER!
Pre-Order available now! https://amzn.to/3iGt52r
Be sure to add this steamy standalone contemporary romance to your TBR list on Goodreads! https://bit.ly/LiberateHerTBR
SNEAK PEEK
It had been five years since I heard his voice. I’ll never forget the sorrowful inflection in it when he broke my heart all those years ago. I stood there humiliated by his words. I’m sorry, I got carried away by the moment, and this should have never happened between us. Please forgive me.
I repeat the words. Ones I hadn’t thought of in a long time. This should have never happened. They’ve haunted me since the day they left his lips and landed on my ears. It had been my twentieth birthday party and Grigsby’s thirty-second. There was something about him that my heart latched on to the first day I saw him sitting behind the wheel of his corvette as he rolled down the window and offered me a ride.
I woke up this morning and heard the voicemail he’d left for me. All those emotions flooded back, squeezing my heart and making it hard for me to breathe. I felt as if I was suffocating, gasping for every breath I took. I’ve learned to live with the hand that I’d been dealt, or at least that’s what I’d told myself after the funeral.
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