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SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER
CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK
Jeanette Grey
Releasing March 1st, 2016
Forever
Whispers
in the night lead to sweet surrender . . . but what will the dawn bring?
in the night lead to sweet surrender . . . but what will the dawn bring?
Anger. Guilt. Sorrow. They've
strangled Cole for years-and now they've literally damaged him. With his knee
out of commission, Cole knows the road to recovery will be nothing but long and
irritating . . . until his beautiful and determined neighbor offers to
help him in return for a favor. But soon Cole finds himself offering her so
much more. Their unexpected passion lays Cole bare, body and soul. And leaves
him wondering how he'll walk away before he ruins her life, too.
strangled Cole for years-and now they've literally damaged him. With his knee
out of commission, Cole knows the road to recovery will be nothing but long and
irritating . . . until his beautiful and determined neighbor offers to
help him in return for a favor. But soon Cole finds himself offering her so
much more. Their unexpected passion lays Cole bare, body and soul. And leaves
him wondering how he'll walk away before he ruins her life, too.
Gruff, secretive, and coiled with
tension that begs for release, Cole is too intriguing for Serena to resist. The
English accent and brooding brown eyes don't hurt, either. Their nights are
beyond compare-yet the truths Cole confesses in his darkest moments reveal a
heart bruised almost beyond repair. But Serena's seen the kindness and support
he shows when she needs it most. Armed with a bottomless well of patience and
devotion, she'll show Cole just how good it can be to let someone in . . .
tension that begs for release, Cole is too intriguing for Serena to resist. The
English accent and brooding brown eyes don't hurt, either. Their nights are
beyond compare-yet the truths Cole confesses in his darkest moments reveal a
heart bruised almost beyond repair. But Serena's seen the kindness and support
he shows when she needs it most. Armed with a bottomless well of patience and
devotion, she'll show Cole just how good it can be to let someone in . . .
Excerpt
One last
time, she spoke his name, only for him to hurl the carton at the wall. He
whirled around, and the fridge door slammed shut with a clatter, the whole
thing rocking, something inside it falling over. With a crash, the eggs hit the
ground, but she couldn't see them.
All she
could see was this man, and the bands of control with which he was trying so
damn hard to keep himself together. And failing.
His ragged
inhalation was a hairline fracture to her ribs. His fist hit the front of the
fridge, and then his foot, and there was another, wetter, angry sound of pain
inside his lungs.
She was
moving before she could think.
She stepped
around the mess he'd made, right up to him. Those broad, strong shoulders still
radiated distance, still told her with everything he had in him to stay away,
but the hurt in his bones spoke louder.
And that
was something she could never ignore.
With a hand
on his arm, she tugged him around, and he resisted, clumsy with the crutches
and as stubborn as the day they'd met. But she managed to get a hand on his
face, to touch the stubbled line of his jaw, thumb brushing up against the
corner of his mouth. He let out a sound that might have been punched out of
him, and her own eyes went blurry as she pulled at him to look at her.
His gaze
was glass and steel, both ready to break and impossibly hard. A skittering pang
throbbed through her chest.
"I'm
sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry."
For his
loss and for asking. For everything.
Something
in his expression cracked. This time, when she tried to draw him in, there was
no resistance. One of his crutches tumbled to the ground, an arm going around
her waist. He pressed his face into her hair and let out a breath against her
ear, damp and shuddering, and she felt it like an ache inside her heart.
Closing her
eyes, she curled her hand around the back of his neck. There was something so
raw about him. Like he'd never said those words before, maybe not even to
himself.
Like years
had passed since he'd been held.
So she
tucked him closer. Wrapped him up and took his weight. Took his confessions.
And tried to
give him back all she had in return.
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Jeanette
Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting,
which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support,
and advertising. When she isn't writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery,
playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She
lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting,
which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support,
and advertising. When she isn't writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery,
playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She
lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
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