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Redemption

Redemption

By  LA Kuehlke

Publisher  Outskirts Press

ISBN  9781432784232

Published in  Literature & Fiction, Romance/Paranormal, Romance, Literature & Fiction/Genre Fiction

eBook  Kindle Edition

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In the second book of the Pursuit Series, Bryan Roemer is rejected, heartbroken, & lost. After losing his life-long love, he's faced with a new reality. Meeting Mara provided a welcome distraction to take his mind off his pain. Summoned back east to photograph the wedding of his friends, he reluctantly returns to the one place he swore he never would. Six months away changed Bryan, & when he arrives, he hasn’t come alone. Something dark & sinister has come with him. But waiting there for Bryan is a second chance-one that just might save his life.

Sample Chapter

How do you keep going after the one person you always believed you were meant to be with forever gives their heart to someone else?

How long had it been? Bryan tried unsuccessfully to unclog his brain. Weeks? Months? The days were all a blur, and none of them seemed to contain anything worth recalling. Except for Mara.

No, he didn’t want to think about before. Mara could make it all go away. She helped him, made him feel better.

Or, at the very least, she helped him not to feel anything substantial at all.

He stood in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the raven-haired beauty who’d shared his bed for...he paused in his thoughts...six months. He knew now; it had been six months since he returned to California. Six months of occupying his time with her. Six months of trying to pry Miranda from his heart and move on.

Question: Why wouldn’t Miranda just leave?

Answer: Bryan wasn’t ready for her to go.

Fate had placed Mara beside him on the plane; and sometime during the first few weeks they were together, she’d moved in. She rolled over, exposing just enough skin to make him take a step forward in her direction. She was so hard to resist. Some people chose drugs or alcohol to forget. Bryan chose her. As long as he stayed near Mara, the pain dulled. It was when she was apart from him that he was forced to think, and thinking was low on his list of preferred activities right now. He liked the arrangement they had; when Miranda’s memory became a weight that was too difficult to bear, he knew that Mara would step in, seeming to sense his pain, and erase it with her own form of therapy. There was something magical in what she could do to him, and he didn’t mind letting her do it over and over again.

He scratched his beard. “I need to work, Mara. It’s been too long.”

“Work?” She stretched and yawned. “This is just a dry spell, Bryan. Besides, I don’t mind taking care of things. After all you’ve done for me, helping you is the least I could do.” She smiled at him seductively and rubbed the empty space next to her. “Come back to bed. I’m lonely.”

He should work, though, shouldn’t he? There was something very wrong about depending on Mara’s money. Bryan wondered, for a microsecond, where her money even came from. She left the apartment for work two days a week, so there was an office she reported to somewhere. A boss, coworkers, he imagined a desk. Still, what kind of job allowed her to work two days a week and make enough to afford, well, living?

He shrugged, Who really cares?

There was no way he loved her, no way he’d ever love her. Even as he struggled to free himself from the quicksand that was his mind, he knew that much. And it was just fine with Bryan. Love had cost him; it had made a fool of him. Bryan was done playing the fool. Besides, he had a good time with Mara. She was incredible, both in and out of bed, no doubt about that. Her silken, black hair hung nearly to her waist and her eyes - mesmerizing. She called them azurite, and in his moments of clarity he recalled that his first impression of them had been that they looked a lot like the waters of the Caribbean. A person could swim in those waters, and Bryan often felt like he was swimming - or, more accurately, drowning - when she looked at him. And the way she could move, well, poetry had been written about women like her.

No, he didn’t love her. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure how to label what he felt. If he was with her, his body hurt less. While they were apart, Bryan thought he might split in two from the agony. Instead of lessening with time, his grief over losing Miranda to another man was only getting worse. Which was precisely why he kept Mara around.

His brain searched for a word; thoughts were thick, like molasses. He waded through them as if stuck in tar. Coming up with a word shouldn’t be this difficult. At last, one struck him as the answer.

Intoxicated. That was how she made him feel. She didn’t care if he was a mess or falling apart or completely incapable of loving her. Mara was the embodiment of numbing bliss, and that was exactly what Bryan wanted to feel. Numb.

He slid back into bed with her and she quickly rolled on top of him, folding him into her arms, her hair spilling around them both. Bryan smiled at her, his eyes heavy. “What are you doing to me?”

Mara’s eyes gleamed, and for a second Bryan thought he saw red swirl around the pupil. He was losing it. Seriously losing it. He blinked hard and tried to focus on her face. Her eyes were blue, like always.

“I just want to be here for you, Bryan. You don’t have ever have to hurt again. You don’t have to worry. You don’t have to do anything but be with me. Let me take care of everything,” she said, her voice coating him and dripping off every nerve like honey.

“Mmmm. That sounds good,” he agreed.

But he needed to think. There was something he wanted to talk to her about, someone he was supposed to call. He shook his head briskly as if waking up from a dream. Ah, yes. He remembered now. “Wait. Mara, I do need to work. I need to get out of this apartment. Nick called and mentioned something about a job; I have to call him back.”

Mara reached up and caressed his cheek, allowing her fingers to slide down his jaw, his neck, his chest. “Not today. Maybe tomorrow. For now, just touch me.” She leaned in and kissed him.

Bryan fell into the kiss, and again had the sensation of slipping deeper and deeper underwater. His lips slid down her neck, peppering her skin with kisses. He stopped, his eyes momentarily regaining focus as he looked at the tattoo on the back of her neck.

The blue lotus was beautiful, just like Mara. When he kissed it, he imagined he could feel the softness of its petals. Surely it was only his imagination, but it felt so real. He kissed it again and inhaled, a fragrance as exotic as Mara filling his nostrils. The world around him began to blur. All he could see was the woman whose face hovered above his own.

And just as he’d done every day for the past six months, Bryan willingly gave over a bit more of himself to her.

Continues...

Excerpted from "Redemption" by LA Kuehlke. Copyright © 2012 by LA Kuehlke. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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