Title:
Abruption
Author:
Riley
Mackenzie
Release Date: Jan
3, 2016
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Everyone has a
plan.
Dr.
Guy Hunter secures his dream fellowship with a beautiful free spirit by his
side. Two unexpected blue lines don't even shake his
resolve—he is on his way to having it all. Until he
isn’t.
Abruption: a sudden breaking
off
Jules Chiappetti loves her
boisterous over-involved Italian family but is determined to pave her own way.
An MBA and boardroom job is her ticket out. Until it isn’t.
Abruption: an unexpected
event
Four years later, Guy is
consumed by the challenges of being a single father, still struggling with the
aftermath that derailed his life and left his son with special needs. He
doesn't realize his world went dark the same day his wife's
did, until Jules, his son's new nurse, shows him the
light.
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“I’m not
playing games, Dr.
Hunter.”
I
backed up until I was leaning on the opposite counter, crossed my legs, and
folded my arms against my chest. “Then explain to me why I
haven’t heard from you all week. I get it was our first date and it
turned into a really shitty night, but I thought we ended on a high
note.” Jules’ eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip.
Yeah, she thinks it ended on a high note too. “I
text, I call a few times, and not once did you think to pick up the phone or
text back. I’m the first to admit that I’m rusty in the
dating department, actually if you want to know the truth, I haven’t
dated since my wife died. I’ve hooked up, not going to lie, but I
haven’t dated someone with the intention of
getting to know them. You’re the exception. So I’m asking,
what’s with the
games?”
“I
needed a minute.” Her voice was low and trailed off. So much so, I
thought I misheard. Then she broke eye contact and scurried away, opening
cabinets and drawers for plates and silverware.
“A minute, as in four
days?” We apparently had a different definition of a minute, so I
needed clarification. Suddenly, the anger I thought I was over began to
resurface. “Look, Jules, I’m sorry I don’t have
the luxury of tiptoeing around your feelings here, so I’m going to
come straight out and tell you that your minute
doesn’t work for me. And it sure as hell doesn’t work for
my family. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, but I have
kids, kids that already know you. Kids that already like you. This was not news
when we hooked up. So if you aren’t into it, into me, or you decided
all of a sudden you have an issue with my baggage, I need to know and
we’ll end it
now.”
Before
they get too attached. Liar. Before I get too
attached.
Damn, she was making me soft.
She froze mid-plate grab and pivoted back around with her eyes squinted
together at a peculiar angle. This expression was a new one and not one of my
favorites if I had to compare. “Baggage?” She dragged out
the word and cocked her head more to one side. Shit. “You think I
consider Maxine and Finn baggage?” The tide changed, and I sensed she
wasn’t exactly feeling me right at this moment.
“Is that what you’ve been thinking all week? Seriously ...
seriously?” The second seriously hit an octave
I’d yet to hear from her and probably could do without hearing again,
so I opted to use my northern brain and keep my mouth shut. “How could
you even think that? Not for one point one second. Do you hear
me?”
Nope, still not answering. That
was a trick question.
“Have I ever given
you any inclination that I had an issue with Finn or Max, ever? No. Never!”
She answered for me, loudly, and she was pissed.
“I adore your children, and I’m just as attached to them as
they are to me. That’s why we needed a minute.
Everything was moving so fast. You don’t even know anything about me
and you opened your home to ... to me. You called me a natural, for
God’s sake. You have no idea. So I didn’t know what to do
with that, and you needed time to think about all that. I’m not sure
either of us were ready for what we already let happen, never mind
more. That’s why I didn’t
call.”
Oh, we
needed a minute. What were we, French now? I was tempted to call her
on it, especially on the half of what she said that made no sense, but the look
in her eyes stopped me. There was a vulnerability there, a softness, so I let
her have that play. For now.
“Tell me, are you
sure now?” I asked with a bite. She turned her back to me and
unwrapped and plated the breakfast
sandwiches.
Don’t think
so, doll. You got your answer, my
turn.
I walked up behind her,
pressing my front to her back, pinning her in. She involuntarily shuddered,
sucking in a bit of air when I kissed the spot where her neck met her
collarbone. “Are you sure, Jules?” This time I asked
against her skin.
Her entire body stiffened and
she whispered,
“No.”
Fuck.
Riley
Mackenzie~Authors
Yep. That's an
“s.” There are two of
us!
We’re East coast
girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and
have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water
does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150
times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing.
Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to
say. Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad
sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might
have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the
same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married
us.
It
only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week
vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of
medicine. Write what you know.
So you can easily find us at 4
o'clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco
brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s
only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control)
either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from
your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations).
When we are not working on our
book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it
and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics,
football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework,
and more school.
Oh yeah, did we forget to
mention our careers in
medicine?
Needless
to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep.
It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes
everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each
other’s sentences (definitely weird, we
know).
So that’s our story,
who we are … just add AUTHORS to the
list!
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