DEEP BLUE ETERNITY
by Natasha Boyd
NA Contemporary Romance
Published by Eternal Romance: March 26th, 2015
Summary:
Livvy is on the run. And she’s escaped to the one place nobody will ever find her. But the isolated cottage isn’t empty. Her refuge is home to a troubled stranger, Tom, there for reasons of his own.
In the intimacy of the abandoned cottage, and the remote wilderness of the island, the electrifying connection between them is impossible to ignore. Both running from their histories and shielding dark secrets, their pasts catch up with them and collide in an unimaginable way.
Deep emotions and powerful chemistry face a painful battle with the tangle of lies, and scars of the past. When the truth emerges, hearts will be shattered.
Praise for Deep Blue Eternity
“A captivating, heart-wrenching, beautifully written story about those who scar us and those who help us heal. I could not put it down and am still thinking about it!” —Mia Sheridan, New York Times Bestselling author of Archer’s Voice
“Boyd skillfully navigates the scorching physical desire and personal insecurities of her protagonists, crafting a relationship that is tense, torrid and sure to keep the pages turning.” —RT Book Reviews
“Fans of the Sea of Tranquility or Mia Sheridan will absolutely love this story.” —MissIngrid’s Reviews
“I can’t recall ever reading a novel that made me laugh, smile, cry… just, feel as much as this one did.” —Books over Bros Reviews
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“Please,” I added,
realizing I needed him on my side, and unable to avoid the hint of desperation
in my tone. I mentally cringed. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m here.”
He assessed me,
leaning back, one arm slung along the empty chair back next to him and his eyes
narrowed. There was a gemstone that exact color. What was it called?
I frantically thought
of a way to explain what I was doing here. And I wished I could see something
else in his expression through the facial hair.
“Fine,” he said
finally, with a stiff nod.
“Fine?”
“Yes, fine.”
“What are you hiding from?” I asked suddenly, not
sure where the question came from.
I almost missed the
flicker of shock in his gaze, before he shrugged nonchalantly. “And we won’t
ask each other questions.”
“Okay,” I agreed, with
abundant relief, despite the weirdness of our situation.
Well, well, well.
Wasn’t that an interesting puzzle? Why would a guy who was obviously well-spoken
and educated, from what I could tell, take on the lonely job of looking after
an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere?
The silence was
extremely uncomfortable as we both regrouped.
Eventually he sighed. “You
look better without all the black shit all over your face.”
Obviously, he was
referring to the black eyeliner and lipstick I’d taken to wearing. It matched
my nails, my usual clothes and my mood. And it hid me. People’s eyes glided
away from me when I started dressing like that, so I kept it up. It made things
easier for me out in the world. All I had to do was also block out the whispers
in the hallways of my preppy school. It had the added benefit that my parents
hated it.
“Well, you’d probably
look better without that hairy shit all over your face.” I bit my lip as soon as the words were uttered.
Seriously, sometimes I
had no filter.
There was movement in
his beard.
Was he actually going
to smile? His caramel eyes crinkled up and suddenly his beard split open in a
wide smile filled with perfect white teeth, and a snort of laughter came out.
He was almost beautiful, not that I was into older guys. I didn’t know where to
look, but his wheeze of laughter was infectious and I found myself fighting my
own smile.
Then he took a deep
breath. “I … I was in love with your sister. That’s how you know me,” he said.
The words were out
there so suddenly, and he looked so shocked that he’d uttered them, that
neither of us spoke for interminable minutes.
No questions.
Abruptly, he got up,
scraping the chair across the old wooden floor, and walked to the front door.
He paused a moment, his shoulders rigid, then yanked the door and smacked the
screen open. In a moment, he was gone, both doors slamming shut behind him,
leaving a vast emptiness in his wake.
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Natasha Boyd is an internationally bestselling and award-winning author with a background in marketing and public relations. Her debut novel Eversea was a finalist in the 2013 Winter Rose Contest for Contemporary Romance and won the 2014 Digital Book Award for Adult Fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Georgia Romance Writers and Island Writer’s Network in coastal South Carolina where she has been a featured speaker on book marketing. She holds a Bachelor of Science in Psychology and lives with her husband, two sons and the cast of characters in her head.
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