A Man without a past meets a man without a future in
Repaired by Melissa Collins
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Blurb
Liam Davis is a man without a past. That’s what he wants
everyone to believe,
anyway. Hell-bent on erasing any memories of his previous
life, he knows that starting
over is all he can do. Hiding who he is, where
he’s from, why he’s running, and
especially who he’s left behind, Liam has run
away from everything he’s ever known.
His plan works perfectly until one day
when Parker Ryan threatens to expose his
carefully concealed world.
Parker Ryan is a man without a future. Sure, he’s a
partner in one of New York’s most
prestigious law firms, but he’ll never be
more than a failure in the eyes of his boss, his
father. Rather than break away
from his father’s standards, he finds himself mindlessly
pursuing them, in turn
sacrificing anything that would actually make him happy.
When Liam’s and Parker’s lives collide, the ugly truth
about who they really are, and
who they hope to become reveals itself when they
least expect it. As both of their lives
become wrecked beyond all belief,
they’ll learn how to rely on each other in their
journey to become Repaired.
The loud
bang on the garage doors scared the shit out of, making me jump out of my skin.
“Shit,” I yelled after hitting my head on the bumper. Despite calling out, “One
second,” the banging continued. More than a little dizzy, my anger mounted as I
walked toward the door.
“Chill the fuck out,” I muttered as I wiped my hands on
a work rag. The row of windows stretching through the mid-line of the door was
tinted so that only someone on the inside could see out. They were designed
that way so anyone peering into the shop wouldn’t be able to see what kind of
cars were parked inside—a security tip I offered to Paulie after I’d started
working here.
The man
standing on the other side must not have heard me because he continued his
relentless banging. At this rate, I’d be surprised if his knuckles weren’t all
bloody and cut up.
Knowing
he couldn’t see me did nothing to stop me from staying to the side. My initial
intention was simply to check out who the hell was trying to break down my
door. The last thing I needed was some psychopath ruining my night, but as I
peered out the window, the last thought running through my mind was that he was
a psycho.
Dressed
in a modern grey suit, he was the epitome of class. The baby blue shirt
underneath made his eyes pop, of course the anger simmering there amplified
them as well. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked like he was trying to
ward off some massive headache. Either he really was a psychopath, playing his
part of the deception perfectly, or he was in a bind and genuinely in need of
help. Watching him run his fingers through his thick dark brown hair, he let
out a deep huff of breath. The door muffled his words, but I swear I heard him
say, “Just my fucking luck.”
Having
uttered that phrase more than a few times in my own life, I decided I’d let him
in and see what he needed. The fact that my dick was twitching in my pants at
the mere sight of him didn’t hurt his case much either.
He stood
at attention as he listened to me unclicking the locks. The doors rolled open
revealing his long, lean frame. This guy was money. It was written all over
him, from his shirt to his shoes, from his shiny cufflinks to the BMW key
dangling from his finger.
“Can I
help you?” My voice was gruff, and I hoped he thought it was from his less than
polite request to be seen, rather than the reaction I was having to him.
He eyed
me, scanning my body from head to toe. Annoyance was written all over his face
and my attraction quickly morphed into annoyance. “Excuse me,” I prompted when
he still hadn’t spoken a single word. “You knocked on my door. Is there something
I can help you with?”
“Uh,
yeah,” he answered, running his hands through his hair once again. “Hit a
pothole down the road,” he explained somewhat distractedly. He pointed in the
direction in which I assumed his damaged car sat.
“Let me
grab the keys to the tow truck.” Walking away from him, I felt his stare on my
back.
By the
time I walked back out of the office, he was gone. “What the hell?” I mumbled
to myself, wondering where the hell he’d gone. For a split second, I actually
wondered if I’d conjured him up from thin air to keep myself occupied as I
closed the shop by myself. But the smell of his cologne still hung in the air,
his heat like a shadow lingering in the open space.
Giveaway
About the Author
Melissa Collins
Melissa
Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured
that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading
to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her
passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent
more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a
dream.
Her
passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on
maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head
filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read
about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind.
Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.
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