Once Loved
Shattered
Past # 2
By: Cecy Robson
Releasing Jan 20th, 2015
Loveswept: Flirt
He’s the campus golden boy. She’s picking up
the pieces of her broken past. But in Cecy Robson’s scorching novel of second
chances—perfect for readers of Monica Murphy and J. Lynn—their differences only
make their connection more explosive.
Every memory Lety
Tres Santos has from her childhood comes with a scar—some emotional, some
physical. Her father is an abusive drug addict, and her mother enables his
destructive behavior. College offers Lety a fresh start . . . until her father
finds a way to ruin that, too. Now, after losing her scholarship to kick off
junior year, Lety must somehow stay in school, pay tuition, and turn a deaf ear
to the whispers that follow her. And she intends to do it all without Brody
Quaid’s help.
Brody is a lacrosse
star, a 4.0 student—and as a freshman, he fell hard for the beautiful and
spirited Lety. But their relationship crashed and burned because he couldn’t
break through the walls she’s put up around her heart. With Lety hurting more
than ever, Brody strives to win her back and make her believe in real love and
true partnership. That will mean opening up secrets locked away in his own
past—and trusting someone more than he’s ever dared.
Lety knows how
painful it can be to depend on the wrong man. She also knows how much Brody
wants to do this the right way. But it takes more than sizzling desire to move
on and build a future together.
CECY ROBSON is the
New Adult and Contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, and the award
winning author of the Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series. A
self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a
jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and
a knack for breaking into song, despite her family’s vehement protests. A
full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the South, Cecy
enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her
head by telling their stories.
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The charter bus groaned and squealed as it slowed. I perked up when
the sign to Saint Jude’s campus came into view. Around me, my fellow
residential advisors collectively sighed, sounding relieved our long ride was
finally coming to an end. We’d had fun bonding at Camp Freedom, and learning
everything we’d need as RAs to enforce the college rules. That said, we were
tired. Seriously tired. It felt good to be “home.”
Alice’s thick-framed glasses slid to the tip of her nose as the bus
took a wide turn onto the narrow road leading to campus. She pushed them up again
and nudged me softly. “So are you and Brody, like, back together, Lety?” she
asked.
She tried to be subtle. But CIA ops were so not in my awkward pal’s
future.
Brody leaned his large body into the aisle where he sat across from
us, his gray-blue eyes sparkling. “Nope. Not yet, Alice. But no worries. Lety
doesn’t stand a chance against my lightning-fast wit and epic charm.” He
flashed me his million-dollar grin. “Do you, pequeña?”
He called me “little one,” his nickname for me because of my petite
stature. A smile eased along my lips. “Probably not,” I admitted. In my
defense, no heterosexual female alive stood a chance against that lean muscular
body, chin-length blond hair, and smoking level of hotness.
I adjusted my body to peer out the window and hide my grin. Brody
had spent the last few days at camp trying to rebuild what was once so awesome
between us. I tried to fight it at first, convinced he was better off without
me. If you loved something, you set it free, right? Problem was, after some
time alone with him, I wasn’t fighting so hard anymore.
Our time at Camp Freedom was the breath of fresh air my lungs had
been starving for. I’d missed him. Last year had been lonely without him. We
were so close, our freshman year. We’d laughed, we’d dated, and then everything
turned to primal shit.
It wasn’t his fault. It was mine for belonging to such a fucked-up
family and for providing him with a ringside seat so he could witness how
fucked up it really was. But now things were different. New school year. New opportunities.
Fresh start. I smiled again, thinking about our talk the previous night. Maybe
he was right. Maybe there was hope for us yet.
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