New Point by
Olivia Luck
Release Date: September 10, 2014
Imagine the worst day of your life. Immerse yourself in the details. How
did you feel? Who were you with? What were the consequences?
Recalling my darkest day is as simple as typing a few search terms into a
web browser. It only took thirty minutes for me to become the center of
a media frenzy that caught the attention of an entire country.
So I hid.
Nine months later and I'm getting better. Moved two hours from home,
landed my dream job, and met a delicious new guy.
Healing is that simple, right?
Wrong.
“New Point isn’t known for much breaking and entering, but I have to
admit, this looks mighty suspicious,” an unmistakably Midwestern accent
drawls from behind me, effectively scaring the sweat off my bare
shoulders.
A shriek escapes from my lips as I teeter preciously on the wood chair
and my hands lose their grip on the white door frame. The rubber of my
flip flop doesn’t provide much traction and my body pitches sideways. In
just a second I’ll crash against the deck floor and I’ll spend the
summer recovering physically instead of gaining back my old–
Sturdy muscular arms slide around my waist and yank me against an
equally firm chest. “Woah, there. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The
masculine voice has a smile behind it.
“Probably shouldn’t go sneaking up on someone then,” I mutter once I
catch my breath and untangle myself from his grasp. He chuckles at my
retort, a rich baritone that makes me feel like shivering.
When I’m a step or two back I’m nearly breathless again, but this time
for completely different reasons.
Sturdy was one way to describe his muscular grasp, but now that I have a
full frontal view of him, I see my mistake. He’s perfect. Thick
arms with nicely defined muscles that don’t bulge too aggressively
beneath his white T-shirt, a broad chest, trim waist with low riding
blue exercise shorts. And that’s just his body. Bright white teeth gleam
at me from behind a broad smile. Thick, dark curly hair begs to have
fingers run through it and he has coffee colored eyes framed by long
lashes most girls want desperately.
He’s a combination of sultry sex appeal and mischievous intentions as
displayed by the twist of his lips. Less than one minute in his presence
and I’m practically swooning.
“Who are you?” I blurt out.
With a smirk, he crosses his arms across the planes of chest. “Shouldn’t
I be asking the questions, Ms. Breaking and Entering?”
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and
her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age
eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in
the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with
her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and
her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age
eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in
the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with
her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
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