Tempting Rowan by Micalea Smeltzer
I’m
drowning in the numbness. It’s pulling me under and I can’t see the
surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t feel. And the longer you
pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to save me. Only he
can’t. I have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
Rowan
Sinclair’s life has been anything but easy. With an alcoholic mother
and a sleazy stepfather, it’s been her responsibility to raise her
younger siblings. At twenty-one she’s chained to a life she doesn’t
want, but sees no other alternative. After all, what would happen to her
brother and sister if she were to leave?
Trenton
Wentworth sees the pain behind Rowan’s eyes. He wants nothing more than
to make it disappear. To hold her. To love her. Except Rowan keeps
everyone at a safe distance. But if there’s anyone that can break down
the walls she’s built around herself, it’s Trent. So she avoids him at
all costs. But Trent isn’t one to be easily evaded. He’s stubborn and
determined. He’ll save this girl even if it costs him everything.
Love, lies, and deception.
That’s the name of the game when you’re Tempting Rowan.
RELEASE DATE: Late April 2014
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(unedited and subject to change)
I
bumbled towards the exit and in my haste one of my books slid from my
arms and landed on the floor. I was tempted to leave it, glaring at the
treacherous book, but a tan arm was already snaking out and picking it
up. The person placed it back on the stack in my arms and I swallowed
thickly, refusing to look up. But I felt his stare and I knew it
was Trent standing before me. Slowly, I looked up and my hazel eyes
connected with his. Looking at him was like taking a punch to the
gut—leaving me breathless with a pain I couldn’t understand.
“Row,”
he beamed, and the way he said my name made me squirm…and not in bad
way. But oh how I wished I didn’t enjoy hearing my name leave his
kissable lips.
I
tucked a piece of light brown hair behind my ear. “Trenton,” I stared
at his shoes. They were black motorcycle boots with heavy silver
buckles. I wondered if they were real motorcycle boots or just designer
ones.
“My face is up here,” he said in that deep husky voice with a slight chuckle.
I
forced my head up and met his eyes. His dark hair was longer on top and
shorter on the sides. His chin was dotted in a light dusting of stubble
like he’d forgotten to shave this morning. Beneath his leather jacket
he wore a navy t-shirt and his jeans looked well worn, even though I
knew he could afford new ones.
“What
are you doing here?” I stuttered, looking around for a means of escape.
I needed to get away from him before I did something stupid…like give
into the temptation of Trenton.
Brilliant question, Rowan.
I scolded myself when I realized what I’d asked him. Sometimes, words
just seemed to fly from my mouth without me thinking through what I was
about to say. I really needed to work on that.
He chuckled, licking his lips. “It’s a library. There’s usually only one reason to be here.”
“Usually?” I questioned with a raised brow. What other reason would one have for coming to the library?
His
smile widened. “Well,” he leaned towards me, his lips grazing the shell
of my ear, “if you’re really quiet you can always have sex.” He pulled
back, laughing at my wide-eyed expression. “I always did have a naughty
librarian fantasy.” He looked me up and down and a blush stained my
cheeks in what I was sure was an unflattering shade of red.
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