Published by Self on 9/22/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Also in this series: Stoned
My past taught me to play it safe.
To stay far away from handsome men who promised it all.
My life was good without them. Stable, secure, predictable.
But one kiss showed me that I’d been playing it safe for far too long.
One night, and all I wanted was more of his wildfire.
One challenge and my carefully constructed walls tumbled down.
Amidst the rubble, I realized there was more to this man than I ever dreamed.
When everything fell apart, he showed me what it meant to stay.
How to truly live.
But some demons don’t stay buried.
The past can come knocking when you least expect.
And the life he’s showing me might be shorter than either of us expected…
Perfect Wreckage, an all-new, breathtakingly beautiful small-town romance from Catherine Cowles is available now!
“Catherine Cowles writes characters that are real, relatable, and will have you rooting for their happily-ever-after with all your heart!” – Mia Sheridan, New York Times bestselling author
The second book in the Wrecked series, Perfect Wreckage by Catherine Cowles, gives us Kenna’s story. It was steamy, emotional and delightful and I loved it! Crosby and Kenna were wonderful characters with past baggage that weighed them down. Crosby was truly a good guy but did not want a relationship. Kenna is struggling with her new normal. Could they find a way to each other and see what they could actually have? Such a great read with so many feels with characters and a story I loved.
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I leaned against the tree at the edge of the beach, taking in the show. The woman seemed to be one with the water. Smooth strokes cut through the inlet’s subtle waves. They were both graceful and powerful, restrained and explosive. A juxtaposition so similar to the woman herself.
Kenna made her way towards the rocky shore. Climbing to her feet, rivulets of water traced paths down curves that even her full-coverage, black Speedo couldn’t disguise. She wrung out her hair, and the long, dark sheet sprang up in unexpected curls. They reminded me of that part of Kenna she liked to hide away from the world.
Her movements faltered, and then she swiped her towel up from the beach. “What are you doing here?”
I grinned, pushing off the tree trunk and striding towards her. “Caelyn told me this was a good spot for paddleboarding.”
Kenna mumbled something about her friend being a traitor. “I’m surprised you’re even up this early.”
I gave a little shrug. I had to be at a meeting at ten, so this was the only opportunity I’d have all day to be on the water. “Every day is different.”
“Must be nice to just flit around wherever the wind takes you.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slid it out. A familiar number, one I wished like hell I could forget, flashed across my screen along with a text.
Hey, Crosby. Can we talk? It’s important.
My face went hard as ice seemed to slide through my veins. Alicia’s gamble hadn’t paid off, and now she was trying to get her second choice back on the line. Not in this lifetime.
A cold hand grazed my forearm, yet somehow, the touch seemed to heat my skin. “Are you okay?”
I gave my head a little shake, plastering on my signature carefree smile. “Just those damn telemarketers. They never give up.”
Kenna’s hand fell away, and she took a step back. “You can just tell me to mind my own business. You don’t have to lie.”
I instantly felt the loss of her heat, the faint buzz on my skin where she’d touched me. “Fair enough.” Kenna kept her gaze locked to mine as if daring me to tell her the truth. I took the coward’s way out and changed the subject. “I like these.” I reached out and took a strand of her hair in my fingers, releasing it and letting the curl bounce.
Pink tinged her cheeks. “I prefer it straight.”
My grin grew wider. “I don’t know, Brown Eyes, I think you should let it run wild.” And what I would give to see this woman free and untamed.