“Yeah, well, you’re not a therapist.”
A flash in
her eyes answered me before she even opened her mouth. A hint of the real
Carrie shined through. About damn time. “No, but I am going to school for it.”
“Occupational.”
She pressed
her lips together. “Still—”
“Nope. Not
happening.”
She
narrowed her eyes on me. “You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, but you need to talk to someone. It
will help you recover.”
Recover,
my ass. Therapists made you talk because it made them money. End of story. It
wouldn’t help me. Wouldn’t fix me. They’d just tell me to pop some pills and
call me healed. Bullshit. I would do it my
way, in my own time. “I’m already recovering.”
She pursed
her lips. “I’m not talking about the visible injuries, Finn.”
“Yeah,
well, they are the only ones that matter, as far as I’m concerned.” I hauled her closer. “Can you ever want me again,
even with how scarred I am now?”
She shook
her head, and for a second my worst nightmare came to life. “Finn, I never
stopped wanting you, and I never will.” She rested her hands on my chest, and I
almost collapsed from the relief surging through me. “So how can I possibly
answer if I’d ever want you again?”
I tried to
believe that.
Tried to
be optimistic like I’d been before I went overseas and almost got blown to
pieces like the rest of my buddies. But she had the benefit of not seeing
inside my head. She didn’t know just how far gone I was—so she was still
blissfully optimistic. Her world still had rainbows and butterflies and all
that shit.
But me? I
saw it all, and part of me thought it might be better for her if I walked away.
But we’d promised to stay with each other. Promised no more running or lies.
Her eyes
lowered, and her stare lingered over my abs before dipping even lower. Good.
She could see what I fucking wanted right now—her. I wanted to remind her why she was with me, since she probably
couldn’t see it anymore. Not when she looked at my wounds. All she saw was what I used to be.
She
hesitated. “Finn, I don’t know if you’re ready yet...”
“Why
wouldn’t I be ready?” I stepped closer, and she tilted her face up toward mine. Her pupils flared, and she bit down
on her lower lip again. “I’ve been ready since I met you.”
Her mouth
twitched into a reluctant smile. “You know what I mean. With people recovering
from trauma, sex can be a trigger. It can make things worse. I don’t want to
make you suffer—”
“The only
way I’ll suffer,” I cupped her face with my good hand, my thumb under her
jawline, “is if you say no. So don’t say no.”
Part of me
needed to know she still wanted me, scars and all. She might be right, and this
might not be good for my head, but fuck it. I needed it. I needed her.
BOOK
SUMMARY:
Reaching for sunlight...
Finn survived the ambush and came home to me, but in his head, the
battle is still raging. He’s falling apart and I’m trying my best to pick up
the pieces of him, to find the us we
used to be. I love him as much as I ever did, but love isn’t enough to fix
this. I thought telling my father about our relationship would be the hardest
thing we’d ever have to face. I was wrong.
Lost in shadows...
All I wanted was to be worthy of Carrie. One mission, just one, and I’d
be able to give her the future she deserved. Then everything went wrong,
leaving me tainted and broken. Carrie wants me to be who I was, but all that’s
left is what they made of me. I’m no good for her. No good for anyone like
this. I have to figure out how to move forward. Alone.
Sometimes love
isn’t enough…
Buy Links
OUT OF LINE (Book #1)
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OUT OF TIME (Book #2)
OUT OF MIND (Book #3)
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Author
Information
Jen
McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She writes steamy
New Adult books for the young and young at heart. Her first release, Out of
Line, came out September 2013. She also writes bestselling Contemporary Romance
under the pen name Diane Alberts.Since receiving her first contract offer under
the pen name Diane Alberts, she has yet to stop writing. She is represented by
Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
Though she
lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny
beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her
four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, a cat, and a Senegal parrot. In the
rare moments when she’s not writing, she can usually be found hunched over one
knitting project or another. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance
books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.
Website: http://dianealberts.com/
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/DianeAlberts6
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