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The Sounds Of Secrets by Whitney Barbetti
Title: The Sounds of Secrets
Author: Whitney Barbetti
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 6, 2017
Release Date: December 6, 2017
Blurb
I've been in love
with him forever.
But to him, I've always been off-limits. Until the night that changed everything.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the secrets we shared. Maybe he finally
opened his eyes and saw me.
By the time the sun rose, I’d lost him again, my heart shattering on his
parting words: “It was a mistake.” So I ran. Ran until I was thousands of miles
away, in a country I didn't know, surrounded by people who only made me miss
him more.
I never expected him to follow me … or to pry more secrets from my soul. In
exchange, he gave me more of his secrets too.
The more he let me into his heart, the more I loved him, but I’m afraid that
some secrets may be too big to overcome.
with him forever.
But to him, I've always been off-limits. Until the night that changed everything.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the secrets we shared. Maybe he finally
opened his eyes and saw me.
By the time the sun rose, I’d lost him again, my heart shattering on his
parting words: “It was a mistake.” So I ran. Ran until I was thousands of miles
away, in a country I didn't know, surrounded by people who only made me miss
him more.
I never expected him to follow me … or to pry more secrets from my soul. In
exchange, he gave me more of his secrets too.
The more he let me into his heart, the more I loved him, but I’m afraid that
some secrets may be too big to overcome.
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Excerpt
I was going
to throw up from the nerves.
to throw up from the nerves.
No, I told myself. No throwing up. Not
when you’re expecting Sam to come into your room any second.
when you’re expecting Sam to come into your room any second.
But the
feeling was so strong. I popped a mint from my bedside table in my mouth, rolled
it around my tongue a few times, but the urge was still there.
feeling was so strong. I popped a mint from my bedside table in my mouth, rolled
it around my tongue a few times, but the urge was still there.
Oh, shit.
Was this a mistake? Was inviting Sam into my room a big fat problem? I was
leaving for America tomorrow.
Was this a mistake? Was inviting Sam into my room a big fat problem? I was
leaving for America tomorrow.
The printed
itinerary, neatly stacked on my chest of drawers laughed at me. What was I
going to do? I couldn’t let Sam come up here.
itinerary, neatly stacked on my chest of drawers laughed at me. What was I
going to do? I couldn’t let Sam come up here.
My hands
fisted in my hair as I berated myself for telling him to come. What was I
thinking? I wasn’t some sexual nymph, skilled in the way Sam surely was. I
wasn’t a virgin, but I hadn’t actually messed around with a bunch of guys.
fisted in my hair as I berated myself for telling him to come. What was I
thinking? I wasn’t some sexual nymph, skilled in the way Sam surely was. I
wasn’t a virgin, but I hadn’t actually messed around with a bunch of guys.
I didn’t
know what to do.
know what to do.
I walked to
the door, pressed my palm flat to it. I’d lock it. Then he couldn’t come in.
He’d walk away, and we’d forget this ever happened.
the door, pressed my palm flat to it. I’d lock it. Then he couldn’t come in.
He’d walk away, and we’d forget this ever happened.
Look how well that happened the last time you
kissed him, my
memory taunted me. Three years later, and
you’re still wondering ‘what if.’
kissed him, my
memory taunted me. Three years later, and
you’re still wondering ‘what if.’
There was
no reasonable escape from this situation. And, if there was, there was no
escape that would make me not obsess over the ‘what if.’
no reasonable escape from this situation. And, if there was, there was no
escape that would make me not obsess over the ‘what if.’
It’d be
okay, I told myself. Of course it would. Sex was nothing, right?
okay, I told myself. Of course it would. Sex was nothing, right?
But I
didn’t even believe my own thoughts. My nerves battled with my own desire. I
couldn’t process a single thing.
didn’t even believe my own thoughts. My nerves battled with my own desire. I
couldn’t process a single thing.
I ran my
fingers over my eyebrows or, what was left of them that wasn’t colored in, at
least. I’d pulled so many out in the days leading up to the trip, needing some
control over this impending trip.
fingers over my eyebrows or, what was left of them that wasn’t colored in, at
least. I’d pulled so many out in the days leading up to the trip, needing some
control over this impending trip.
I trailed
my fingers to the sides of my face, tugging on my earlobes to ground me, and
then, in tandem, I pulled out a hair with each hand. The immediate relief was
nearly as intoxicating as the alcohol I’d consume in how it numbed my fears.
my fingers to the sides of my face, tugging on my earlobes to ground me, and
then, in tandem, I pulled out a hair with each hand. The immediate relief was
nearly as intoxicating as the alcohol I’d consume in how it numbed my fears.
It would be
okay.
okay.
I took in a
cleansing breath, looking around my room for anything potentially embarrassing.
cleansing breath, looking around my room for anything potentially embarrassing.
The blinds
were open, so I closed them, leaving my room in soft, muted grays aside from
the yellow lamp that lit up my dressing table.
were open, so I closed them, leaving my room in soft, muted grays aside from
the yellow lamp that lit up my dressing table.
My hand was
on the back of the lamp to turn it off when my door creaked open.
on the back of the lamp to turn it off when my door creaked open.
Sam stood
in the threshold, nearly taking up the entire space.
in the threshold, nearly taking up the entire space.
I switched
the light off.
the light off.
It was only
a few loud heartbeats before he said, “Turn it back on.”
a few loud heartbeats before he said, “Turn it back on.”
I
hesitated.
hesitated.
I couldn’t
see him, but I heard the creak on the floor by the door. “Turn it on, Lotte.”
see him, but I heard the creak on the floor by the door. “Turn it on, Lotte.”
Swallowing
hard, I did.
hard, I did.
The room
was illuminated again in soft light, casting shadows into the angles of Sam’s
face—making him look exactly as he was: dangerous.
was illuminated again in soft light, casting shadows into the angles of Sam’s
face—making him look exactly as he was: dangerous.
Author Bio
I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos - especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry stomach.)
As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California and up the east coast from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills.
I write character-driven contemporary romance novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their soul mates.
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The Sounds Of Secrets by Whitney Barbetti
Title: The Sounds of Secrets
Author: Whitney Barbetti
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo: Braadyn Penrod
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo: Braadyn Penrod
Release Date: December 6, 2017
Blurb
I've been in love with him forever.
But to him, I've always been off-limits. Until the night that changed everything.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the secrets we shared. Maybe he finally opened his eyes and saw me.
By the time the sun rose, I’d lost him again, my heart shattering on his parting words: “It was a mistake.” So I ran. Ran until I was thousands of miles away, in a country I didn't know, surrounded by people who only made me miss him more.
I never expected him to follow me … or to pry more secrets from my soul. In exchange, he gave me more of his secrets too.
How was I to know it was the secrets we didn’t share, the words we didn’t dare utter, that would tear us apart?
But to him, I've always been off-limits. Until the night that changed everything.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the secrets we shared. Maybe he finally opened his eyes and saw me.
By the time the sun rose, I’d lost him again, my heart shattering on his parting words: “It was a mistake.” So I ran. Ran until I was thousands of miles away, in a country I didn't know, surrounded by people who only made me miss him more.
I never expected him to follow me … or to pry more secrets from my soul. In exchange, he gave me more of his secrets too.
How was I to know it was the secrets we didn’t share, the words we didn’t dare utter, that would tear us apart?
Author Bio
I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos - especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry stomach.)
As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California and up the east coast from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills.
I write character-driven contemporary romance novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their soul mates.
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Hooked by Karla Sorensen & Whitney Barbetti
Title: Hooked
Authors: Karla Sorensen & Whitney Barbetti
Genre: Dark Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 23, 2017
Blurb
X and I were probably doomed from the start.
That’s what happens when you meet in court-mandated group therapy and then try to steal from him to pay off your blackmailing drug dealer. Former drug dealer, thank you very much. I'm turning over a new leaf and all that.
Which is why I should leave him alone.
Except he tempts me to do things I swore I’d stop doing. It’s that whole gruff, grumbly, anti-social thing he has going on. Him, flame. Me, moth. Something about him calls to me, makes the blood hum in my body. And I don't want that feeling to end.
Lucy Connors is straight-up insane.
She looks like a Disney princess and tries my patience in more ways than I thought possible. Besides the fact that I have to save her cute little ass from jail, I can’t quite figure out how to leave her alone. Even when she’s trying her hand at Breaking and Entering. Especially when it's myhouse she's burglarizing.
Yeah, we were probably doomed from the start.
But that’s the thing about being hooked on something so good, and so bad for you—you don’t walk away when you should.
That’s what happens when you meet in court-mandated group therapy and then try to steal from him to pay off your blackmailing drug dealer. Former drug dealer, thank you very much. I'm turning over a new leaf and all that.
Which is why I should leave him alone.
Except he tempts me to do things I swore I’d stop doing. It’s that whole gruff, grumbly, anti-social thing he has going on. Him, flame. Me, moth. Something about him calls to me, makes the blood hum in my body. And I don't want that feeling to end.
Lucy Connors is straight-up insane.
She looks like a Disney princess and tries my patience in more ways than I thought possible. Besides the fact that I have to save her cute little ass from jail, I can’t quite figure out how to leave her alone. Even when she’s trying her hand at Breaking and Entering. Especially when it's myhouse she's burglarizing.
Yeah, we were probably doomed from the start.
But that’s the thing about being hooked on something so good, and so bad for you—you don’t walk away when you should.
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Karla Sorensen
Well, let’s see ... I’m a wife and a mother. I’m a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I'll love you forever.
I am a wife
to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for
nachos - especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell
(sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of
Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry
stomach.)
As a Navy
brat, I grew up all over the country, from California and up the east coast
from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we
have lots of potatoes and windmills.
I write
character-driven contemporary romance novels, heavy on the emotional
connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their
soul mates.
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