He's my best friends brother.
She's not over her ex.
I should have seen it coming, my world being shattered by the man that was supposed to love me. But I didn't and now I'm trying to find the pieces of me he left behind.
I can't fix her, not when I'm just as broken as she is. I should leave her alone, she's too good for me. But, fighting the attraction that pulls us together is getting harder every day. It doesn't take long until we're a tangle of limbs and pleasures. No promises are made, no guarantees. Just a vow to keep our hearts out of the bedroom. Simple, right? Except, now we both have to try and avoid getting cut on each other's broken parts.
Fixed is the second book by author Emma Louise and what a book! I was captivated from the prologue and just could not put this book down!
Elliot is starting over again and now that Duke is back in town, things are about to get hot! Duke is staying with Elliot and her twin girls and I’ll tell you, the slow burn between Duke and Elliot was sexy! Watching Duke and Elliot find their way together and then bring the two little girls into the mix? I loved it! Throw in some angst and some down right sexy times and this was one great read!
Grab a glass of wine, a blanket and settle in with Fixed!
I can’t fix her, not when I’m just as broken as she is. I should leave her alone, she’s too good for me. But, fighting the attraction that pulls us together is getting harder every day. It doesn’t take long until we’re a tangle of limbs and pleasures. No promises are made, no guarantees.
Just a vow to keep our hearts out of the bedroom. Simple, right? Except, now we both have to try and avoid getting cut on each other’s broken parts.
By the time the wine bottle is empty, my fingers are like prunes. Lifting my drunk self out of the tub is a precarious exercise, but one I’ve perfected quite well.
Turning the radio off, I move to the linen cupboard.
Sober me forgot to leave a towel out. Drunk me is amused to find that sober me also forgot to bring the clean towels up from the laundry room downstairs.
Oh man, I really am drunk.
“fuck it” I think out loud before I make my way to my room. This is the only perk of being alone here for a few days. There’s no one to judge me if I decide to stay in pyjamas eating takeaway and drinking wine all weekend.
There’s also no one to judge me or my not so youthful anymore body if I decide to stroll down stairs butt naked at three pm. It’s actually quite freeing. Since the girls, I’ve struggled with how I see myself, my body. Carrying two good sized babies to almost full term does terrible things to a women’s body. No amount of gym and Pilates is ever going to fix the mess that is my stomach and thighs, much to my chagrin. And even more to Pete’s, obviously.
“I bet Amber’s thighs don’t jiggle” I mutter to myself as I pad down the stairs. In fact, I know they don’t. I saw enough of them in Pete’s office to know that she’s toned in the places that mattered to my husband.
What the fuck ever.
Deciding that my wayward thoughts need to shut the fuck up, I detour to the fridge for more wine, completely forgetting that I still haven’t grabbed a robe or a towel to cover my ass up. Yanking the door open, the frigid air biting at my skin causes me to let out a startled yelp.
“holy shit, that’s cold” I mutter as I leaned in to get the wine that I’d stored right at the back away from the girls.
“I think that’s the point of a refrigerator, Sweetheart”
The deep gravelly voice sounding from the direction of the front door makes me jump out of my own skin, causing me to whack my head on the internal shelf. The clang of my teeth crashing together causing me to drop the wine from my hand and let go of the door that had until that moment, been hiding my naked body.
Not even the shatter of glass on the floor is loud enough to distract me from the complete and utter mortification I feel at being caught in all my drunk, naked glory by the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
lover of all things romance, Emma Louise is a book blogger turned debut writer.
She’s a die hard bibliophile, addicted to tea (Real British tea) and speaks
with her husband, three children and overgrown puppy in South Wales, UK.
an avid reader for as long as she can remember, she’s recently decided to try
her hand at writing a love story of her own.
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