PRESENTS. . .
Cover Reveal
for
Behind the Scandal
by
M.A. Stacie
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Published by The Writers Coffee Shop
Summary:
Sent to
the family ranch to overcome his addiction, Taylor Reese is angry and hurt.
Feeling rejected by his father and brother, Taylor throws himself into ranch
life to help him forget. He struggles with his addiction, though he refuses
help. But it isn’t long before it hits him hard how much his life has spiraled
out of control. He begins to question every aspect of his life, and the
confusion leaves him floundering and looking for something, or someone, to
cling to.
Libby Karlin is cautious, wary of Taylor’s presence. His brutal
honesty and lack of respect claw at her composure. Her dark past makes her
reluctant to let anyone near her family, but when Taylor strikes up a
friendship with her son, Libby finds herself drawn to the sadness within him.
His experiences are no secret to her. She sees where his world turned upside
down and offers him a helping hand. But her own secrets stay buried, locked
away until a knock on her door has her gasping for breath. Libby’s fear paralyzes her as she comes face
to face with her demons and, determined to stay strong, she battles for a way
out. Could dealing with their pasts really give them a future?
Taylor
thought for a moment, intrigued that she never quite made eye contact with him.
She looked everywhere but right at him. “I think we should leave that
discussion for another time. I was about to say . . . I should apologize for
the way I shouted at your kid.”
“You
should or you will?”
He
rolled his eyes. “Look, if you don’t want the apology, then fine. I gave it to
you anyway.” He weaved around her, heading for the door.
“You
didn’t,” she said, her voice low. He spun around, the movement causing his hair
to flop into his eyes. He blinked. “Excuse me?”
She
shifted from one foot to the other, staring over his shoulder. “You never
really said sorry. You said you should apologize, but you didn’t say the
words.”
He
gawked at her, certain he had said it. Hadn’t he? He battled for what to say
next, and Libby crossed her arms. The woman might be uncomfortable looking him
in the eye, but she did a good impression of acting like he didn’t intimidate
her. He was rather impressed.
“I
would remember it—if you did say you were sorry. You don’t seem like the kind
of person who says it often, so I’d commit it to memory.”
“Sassy,”
he said, his brain trying to think of a wittier retort. “And there’s no need to
remember me. I’m right here, every wonderful inch.” He wiggled his brows and
grinned.
Libby
sagged, her eyes rolling upward. “Forget the apology. It wouldn’t be sincere. I
doubt you can even feel such a thing.”
“And
how do you know that?” he asked.
“Because
there is no room for anything but your damn ego,” she said, her vibrant eyes
finally meeting his.
His gut
tightened, and this time it wasn’t due to the lack of drugs. The sensation came
from something else entirely.
Pushing
it aside, he snorted. “You don’t even know me. You’ve been in my presence for
what? Ten minutes max?”
“Ten
minutes was all it took for me to work out how self-absorbed you are.” She
threw her arms out, palms up. “Why am I even wasting my time on you?”
“I
don’t know, Blue. I think it’s because you simply can’t help yourself.”
Libby
thrust out her chin. She moved toward him, determination shining in her eyes.
Her red hair framed her intense expression, one that could kill if he looked
too long. Medusa. She was Medusa and he was about to be turned to stone.
Her
finger prodded his chest, punctuating each word as she spoke. “Do. Not. Push.
Me. My name is Libby.”
“That’s
some temper you have . . . Blue.”
Her
banshee’s wail was so high pitched it could crack glass, and all he could do
was laugh. He’d gotten right under her skin. Maybe his time here wouldn’t be as
boring as he’d first thought. A little light sparring would relieve the
monotony. That’s if he got out of this one with his balls intact, because Libby
looked set to tear them off.
“I know
what you’re doing, and you won’t get to me. I love Josh. He is the reason I’m
backing away now, so go and thank your uncle.”
He
smiled. “You wouldn’t even leave a scratch, pussycat.”
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