Unforseen Heartbeat Cover Reveal
Unforeseen
Heartbeat Cover Reveal
Synopsis
Used… Broken…
Confused…
It only took
one drunken mistake four years ago for Maddie Harrington to learn that when you
fully give yourself over to a man, you should never expect anything in return.
Since that night, her views on love have become distorted, believing men would
only want her for the pleasure her body could bring them. She in turn finds
herself hooking up with random guys but never keeps them around long enough to
see if there could possibly be something more.
That is…until
Hunter Bryant enters the picture.
When the
handsome pre-med student shows up in the right place at the right time,
captivating her with his stormy gaze, she immediately pushes him away, thinking
he’s no different than any other guy. The deeper Hunter delves into her life,
trying to break through her iron-clad walls, the more she begins to question
whether she is truly capable of opening her heart up to another man.
Maddie soon
finds herself forced to make a difficult decision, one that will forever change
both of their lives. Will she shut Hunter out of her life for good, or will she
finally open up her heart and allow herself the life she never dreamed she
deserved?
Author Bio
Maureen
Mayer was born, raised and currently resides in Buffalo, NY with her loving and
supportive family and boyfriend of 8+ years. She’s always had a love for the
outdoors, and when the city isn’t buried under snow, she can be found hiking,
fishing, camping or lying on the beach. She’s a sucker for off-color humor, but
holds a sweet spot for sick and twisted horror films. When she’s not writing,
you can find her curled up in bed with her kindle, diving into a steamy romance
novel and falling in love with the latest book boyfriend.
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Teaser #1
I knew I was awake, but my eyelids felt heavy, and I
could barely open them. I kept hearing people shout in the background and what
sounded like hard blows of flesh hitting flesh, but I couldn’t make anything
out; the words were all swirling together. It took me a moment to register a
familiar smell encompassing me, and I leaned in closer, soaking it in. It was a
sharp, sweet woodsy scent much like that of cedar. My mother had a hope chest
made a cedar that had once belonged to my grandmother. I used to love going
through the contents with her while breathing in the soothing aroma.
“Are you okay? Can you tell me if it hurts
anywhere?”
His voice sounded like heaven, but my body still
refused to cooperate and answer him. Why was he asking if I was hurt? I felt
fine, other than the fact that I seemed to have lost motor function and the
ability to speak.
I started to get some feeling back in my arms and
legs, and I felt my body cradled against another that was almost twice my size.
“Did he...did he touch you anywhere?”
Touch me? Who…
Oh he must have meant Tucker. What ever happened to Tucker? He was carrying me
up the stairs, but I can’t remember much after that. Asshole must have left me
up here alone.
“Please, Maddie, I need you to focus if you can.
This is important. I need you to tell me if he touched you
anywhere…inappropriately.” I could hear the concern in his voice and to be
honest it was starting to scare me.
As the numbness subsided and I regained more feeling
throughout my body, I could feel pain shooting up my wrists as though they had
been sprained. Jesus, what the hell happened to me?
My heart was beating rapidly, and I could feel
myself beginning to hyperventilate, but then I felt lips, his lips,
pressed against my throat, just over my racing pulse. His warm breath cascaded
over my throat, causing my heart to race faster, but soon my breathing matched
his and I was able to calm down.
“Better?” He asked softly.
“Yeah.” I finally peeled my eyes open to find a symbol
I had only ever seen in doctors’ offices tattooed on his forearm. It looked
like a staff with wings, entwined by two snakes. Such an odd looking thing, and
yet I felt better knowing that the one whose arms I was currently wrapped up in
bore that symbol…like he was my protector.
“Do you think you’re okay to stand?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain
in my wrists and nodded my head. He gently tucked his arm beneath mine and
wrapped it across my back, allowing me to place all of my weight on him. My
body still swayed unsteadily, and seeing this stranger towering above me
brought back the image of Tucker’s body hovering over me and painfully pressing
my wrists into the mattress. Oh God, what did he do to me?
My heart rate picked up again, and he cupped my
face, focusing my attention on his stormy gray eyes and forcing away the fuzzy
images that had yet to make any sense.
“Shhh, you’re okay. He can’t hurt you. You’re safe
now.”
You’re safe now. Safe.
Those words were repeated over and over in my mind, and when they finally sunk
in, I opened my eyes one last time to look at him smiling down at me. His
lips looked so soft, and I reached up to trace my finger along his bottom lip,
but my hand never made it there before I slipped back into the darkness.
Teaser
#2
Hunter positioned himself so that he could wrap his
arms around me, holding the gun up with his hands encompassing mine. The warmth
of Hunter’s hands was a sharp contrast to the cold steel between my fingers. I
took a short step back until I was pressed flush into his firm, toned chest,
and gave a subtle shake of my hips, grinding my ass against the front of his
jeans.
He leaned in to whisper, and his
lips brushed against my ear. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to
work.” I looked back at him incredulously. “Keep your eyes on the target.”
Teaser #3
I was about to climb off of his lap, but he buried
his hands in my hair and pulled my face closer until I could feel his fiery
breath rush over my lips.
“I can’t wait to kiss those beautiful lips.”
“Well why don’t you kiss me now?”
His mouth descended on me like
a starved man begging for his last meal. He pulled back, brushing his thumb
over my bottom lip and he looked up at me with a wry smile. “Not those lips,
babe.”
Teaser
#4
“Is it bad that I’m getting extremely turned on
watching you fondle my car?” Hunter's hand lowered to adjust the front of his
pants and I giggled.
I carefully slid up on the hood of the car and
propped myself up on my elbow, placing my other hand on my hip while I
attempted to pose like a pin-up girl. “How about now?”
He groaned, and I smiled appreciatively. “Woman, you
are seriously testing my self control because right about now I want to spread
your legs, slide in between them and take you on the hood of my car.”
Ohmigod I think I just came. If
Hunter wanted to take this relationship slow, that was not the way to go about
doing so, but I was ready and willing to have him fuck my brains out right
here, right now!
He stalked towards me and my heart began
pitter-patter. My eyes fluttered closed as his hands came down to rest on my
knees, and I tried to spread them for him, but he kept them locked together
with a vice grip. Slipping his hands behind my knees, he tugged my body down
the length of the car until my feet hit the ground. I slowly peeled my eyes
back open, and he was right in my face with his delicious breath cascading over
my lips. “Not right now, baby,” he whispered, brushing his lips along my jaw
and down my neck. “But one day I will have you just like this. With your
gorgeous body spread across my car, in nothing but those sexy as fuck stiletto
heels you were wearing the night we met, while I worship every inch of you.”
Fuck. Me. I think I just came
again.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">It only took one drunken mistake four years
ago for Maddie Harrington to learn that when you fully give yourself over to a
man, you should never expect anything in return. Since that night, her views on
love have become distorted, believing men would only want her for the pleasure
her body could bring them. She in turn finds herself hooking up with random
guys but never keeps them around long enough to see if there could possibly be
something more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">That is…until Hunter Bryant enters the
picture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">When the handsome pre-med student shows up in
the right place at the right time, captivating her with his stormy gaze, she
immediately pushes him away, thinking he’s no different than any other guy. The
deeper Hunter delves into her life, trying to break through her iron-clad
walls, the more she begins to question whether she is truly capable of opening her
heart up to another man. </span></div>
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serif; font-size: large;">Maddie soon finds herself forced to make a
difficult decision, one that will forever change both of their lives. Will she
shut Hunter out of her life for good, or will she finally open up her heart and
allow herself the life she never dreamed she deserved?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
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on watching you fondle my car?” Hunter's hand lowered to adjust the front of
his pants and I giggled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">I carefully slid up on the hood of the car
and propped myself up on my elbow, placing my other hand on my hip while I
attempted to pose like a pin-up girl. “How about now?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">He groaned, and I smiled appreciatively. “Woman,
you are seriously testing my self control because right about now I want to
spread your legs, slide in between them and take you on the hood of my car.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">Ohmigod I think I just came. If Hunter wanted
to take this relationship slow, that was not the way to go about doing so, but
I was ready and willing to have him fuck my brains out right here, right
now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman,
serif; font-size: large;">He stalked towards me and my heart began
pitter-patter. My eyes fluttered closed as his hands came down to rest on my
knees, and I tried to spread them for him, but he kept them locked together
with a vice grip. Slipping his hands behind my knees, he tugged my body down
the length of the car until my feet hit the ground. I slowly peeled my eyes
back open, and he was right in my face with his delicious breath cascading over
my lips. “Not right now, baby,” he whispered, brushing his lips along my jaw
and down my neck. “But one day I will have you just like this. With your
gorgeous body spread across my car, in nothing but those sexy as fuck stiletto
heels you were wearing the night we met, while I worship every inch of you.”</span></div>
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serif; font-size: large;">Fuck. Me. I think I just came
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resides in Buffalo, NY with her loving and supportive family and boyfriend of
8+ years. She’s always had a love for the outdoors, and when the city isn’t
buried under snow, she can be found hiking, fishing, camping or lying on the
beach. She’s a sucker for off-color humor, but holds a sweet spot for sick and
twisted horror films. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in bed
with her kindle, diving into a steamy romance novel and falling in love with
the latest book boyfriend.</span></div>
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have it all…a loving family, a tight knit circle of friends, and a bright
future ahead of her. Everything was perfect. That is until her brother
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family, Liberty is faced with focusing all of her attention on helping her
parents cope with the loss of their son, while putting her own life on the back
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Liberty is taking back the reins of her life. She leaves behind everything she’s
ever known, hoping to make a fresh start…one where she isn’t faced with the
constant reminder that her brother is nothing more than faded memory. What she
didn’t expect to find along the way was
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developed quite a reputation for being a player. Despite everyone’s negative
perception, Liberty still finds herself drawn to him. When she learns that
Shayne knows all too well what it feels like to lose someone you love, she
finds that they have a lot more in common than just a physical
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