Hidden Scars
(Hidden Scars, #1)
by Amanda K. Byrne
Publication date: September 22nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
Publication date: September 22nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
Sometimes the past won’t stay where
it belongs.
Sara’s number one rule of dating: closed off, secretive
men need not apply. Years of therapy helped her move past the damage done by
her emotionally abusive boyfriend, and she’s ready to date again. Someone
funny, laid back, and easy to talk to. All things her coworker Taylor isn’t.
Taylor’s quiet. Too quiet. He operates in permanent
stealth mode, and he hides his secrets as well as Sara does. She doesn’t want
to be attracted to him, but after a night spent in a hotel room together,
trapped by a blizzard, she can’t deny there’s a fire-hot connection between
them, waiting to ignite. Their working relationship inches closer and closer to
friendship, until one day she gathers her courage and kisses him.
It’s the match Taylor was waiting for.
What starts as a sweet, fumbling friendship quickly
becomes a passionate and intense affair. Just when Sara’s starting to feel safe
in Taylor’s arms, his secrets come out, and she wonders if she’ll ever be able
to stop looking over her shoulder.
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You
know these. The things where you dart furtive glances around, making sure no
one can see you indulging in your…
Guilty
pleasure.
I’m
pretty up front about my likes and dislikes, but I’ve got a few that I’m not
all that keen on revealing for the teasing and/or lectures it might get me.
Like
movie theater popcorn. This stuff is sooooo
bad for you, with its fake butter and double count of your daily ration of
salt, but sometimes I just have to have it.
Or
Thirty Seconds to Mars. The band has plenty of eager and vocal fans, but I’ve
kept my fandom under wraps (until now). Why? My friends are music snobs. I’m kind of a music snob. And the BF is
one of the biggest music snobs I know, but at least for him, it makes sense
(he’s a classically trained musician). The sound of Thirty Seconds to Mars is
too slick and overproduced for me to really take them seriously, but I like
them anyway.
Reruns
of The Hills falls on the list, too.
When it was still on MTV, I was much, much better about going to the gym. I’d
climb on the elliptical machine and stay there until the episode was over, and
I got deeply invested in the pseudo-relationship between Lauren and Brody.
Like, I was really disappointed when they couldn’t work it out and get back
together.
This
last one is going to make me sound like a total snob, but I can’t help it. I am a film snob. I have a membership to
the Seattle International Film Festival, and I go every year. Foreign films are
my jam. And while I’ll happily watch good
action movies (you know, the ones with an intricate plot, fast pace, and
preferably starring Andy Lau), I sometimes need to watch a particularly bad action movie. Ones with unnecessary
explosions, fight scenes that go on forever, and ridiculous, over-the-top plots
that are so far off the plausibility scale it’s laughable.
Are
you game to admit your guilty
pleasure?
When she’s not plotting ways to sneak her latest shoe purchase
past her partner, Amanda writes sexy, snarky romance and urban
fantasy. She likes her heroines smart and unafraid to make mistakes, and
her heroes strong enough to take them on.
If she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking hot chocolate, and
trying not to destroy her house with her newest DIY project. She lives in
the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and no, it really doesn’t rain that much.
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