Title: Pieces for You (For You #2)
Author: Genna Rulon
Genre: New Adult 18+
Publication Date: December 17, 2013
Cover Designed By: G. Relyea Designs
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Synopsis ~
"The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” -Miguel de Cervantes
Samantha Whitney survived unimaginable tragedy only to discover she had been betrayed by a man who claimed to love her. Shattered, Sam spends months at a safe haven trying to piece herself back together. Ready or not, the time has come for her to return home.
As Sam struggles to resume a life that no longer feels familiar, she finds unwavering support in an unexpected, familiar face. Confronting Sam’s raw emotions and open wounds head-on, Griffin manages to take two steps forward for every step she retreats.
But when Sam is once again threatened, Griffin must decide how far he is willing to go to protect the woman he wants…knowing the cost of her safety is the risk of losing her.
Pieces For You is a captivating journey of survival, healing, and sacrifice—teeming with honesty, humor, unexpected twists, and love’s unsurpassed endurance.begin to plague Sam, it is Griffin she is forced to turn to.
Though Pieces For You is a part of the For You Series, the book can be read as a stand alone
I raised up on my tippy-toes to peer through the peephole in the door, a recent addition courtesy of Hunter, and saw nothing but a wall of black. I paused for a moment, wondering if the person on the other side placed their thumb over the glass, but dismissed the idea when I noticed the contours of the black abyss before me. I verified that the security chain was engaged before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door.
Jiminy Crickets! The black void was a shirt, specifically a tee-shirt undergoing durability testing as it strained to contain a scandalously muscled chest and shoulders most NFL linebackers would envy. I was confronted with a decision that no woman should ever have to make; do I look upward to assess the face attached to the scrumptious MMA pecks or go downward to find what other gifts God had bestowed on this specimen. Who was I kidding; there was only one right answer. As my gaze headed south I was greeted by a mid-section that was clearly well tended and hard as stone. Despite his sinfully tight shirt, I couldn’t make out his abs, but I suspected the shirt was covering a defined six-pack. Would it be rude to ask him to remove his shirt before inviting him in? Continuing my exploration I discovered, distressed denim, bulging in all the right places, draped over long thick legs. Hot damn! Hunter was finally paying off with the hot guy friends. I knew this day would come, it was inevitable, but I was still overwhelmed with gratitude—Ev would be getting an extra nice Christmas present this year.
I slowly raised my gaze, verifying that the sight I beheld was not a mirage, and it happened…finally. There was no tingle or twinge, not a whisper of desire or hint of arousal—no, the floodgates of my previously dormant libido opened and a tsunami of lust swept through me. My breath caught and I was forced to grip the doorframe to prevent melting to a puddle on the floor or climbing this tree of man-flesh like the primate I had been reduced to. I gathered the remnants of my cognitive function—the miniscule part of my brain not dedicated to making an erotic laundry list of the many naughty activities I wanted to enlist this man’s help with—to prepare for the possible disappointment should the face accompanying this god-like body be one that sent children shrieking in horror. On the other hand, guys had practiced the “bag over her head” technique for years. I needed to do it, rip the Band-Aid off and accept the possible disillusionment. I reinforced myself, inhaled deeply, and raise my eyes. You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Griffin?” I accused more than asked.
“Hello Sam, good to see you too,” he returned wryly. “Shall I turn so you can get the 360-degree show?”
~ About the Author ~
During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna, inspired by her love of reading, fantasized about penning her own stories. Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursuing her aspirations of writing her own novels. Genna was raised in Long Island, New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends. Married to a wonderful man, who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on, even feigning interest relatively convincingly! Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy’s writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
~ Giveaway ~
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