Today we have an exclusive excerpt from TOGETHER WE HEAL by Chelsea M. Cameron! I can't wait for you guys to check it out!
TOGETHER WE HEAL Synopsis:
Trish Grant is not a romantic. Okay, so she may read her share of romance novels, but that doesn’t mean she thinks that some fellow with a six pack is going to ride up on a horse and sweep her (literally) off her feet. Romance like that just isn’t for her. It belongs on the page.
Max Jackson noticed Trish at his cousin’s funeral, of all places. She was hard to miss with her citrus-colored hair, violet contacts and fiery attitude.
Trish was just as captivated by Max. He makes her laugh, which is rare, and it doesn’t hurt that he rocks blue hair and the most killer smirk that drives her crazy. Max is there for her during a rough time and even if she wanted to, she can’t shake him.
There are things about Trish that Max doesn’t know, and she’s not going to tell him. She hasn’t told anyone and doesn’t plan on it, thank you very much. But when Trish’s life is ripped apart by a dark piece of her past, will she let Max in? Or will she give up her potential fairytale to protect her already-scarred heart from further damage?
“I just keep wondering what my dad would say. I mean,” she said, her voice breaking, “I’d like to think he’d be happy, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t. And I don’t know how to tell my mom. I really don’t.” She put her head in her hands and I heard a muffled sob.
Shit. I was not good with this kind of stuff. Emotional stuff. But I got up from my chair and went to sit next to her, putting my arm gently around her.
“You’ll figure it out. You don’t have to do it right now. I mean, you’ve got nine months before you definitely have to tell her. You could just say you’re getting fat in one particular area.” She giggled and the sound was a little snotty. I got her a tissue and she blew her nose.
“I’m sorry for falling apart on you. I just didn’t want to do it front of Stryker because he’s already so stressed.” We sat on the couch for a while and then she got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, I had the television on and had found a Law & Order marathon.
That made her laugh again.
“Thanks, Trish,” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.”