Confessions
in the Dark
by Jeanette Grey
Releasing March 1st 2016
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From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Confessions in the Dark . . .
Anger. Guilt. Sorrow. Gruff, secretive, and coiled with
tension that begs for release . . . all this and more is felt in the pages of
this gripping tangle of emotions. The dark brings the peace to make confessions
not utter in the light. Jeanette Grey has unleashed an exquisite tell of the
anger, guilt and sorrow a man can carry around for so long that it just tears
him up inside. The emotions and feelings relayed through each pages pulls
you deeper in and keeps you entranced until the very end. Leaving you wanting
more.
I do not like to give away the story or much of the insides, but
the man with the sexy English accent and the anger, guilt, sorrow, pain within
will pull you in to his life and turn you on all at the same time.
My first read from Jeanette Grey will not be my last. I was
desperate to reach the next page. Then to reach the next chapter. When I found
that I had reached the end I was wanting more.
**This ARC was provided via NetGalley in
exchange for an honest review.**
Blurb
Whispers
in the night lead to sweet surrender . . . but what will the dawn bring?
Anger. Guilt. Sorrow. They've
strangled Cole for years-and now they've literally damaged him. With his knee
out of commission, Cole knows the road to recovery will be nothing but long and
irritating . . . until his beautiful and determined neighbor offers to
help him in return for a favor. But soon Cole finds himself offering her so much
more. Their unexpected passion lays Cole bare, body and soul. And leaves him
wondering how he'll walk away before he ruins her life, too.
Gruff, secretive, and coiled with
tension that begs for release, Cole is too intriguing for Serena to resist. The
English accent and brooding brown eyes don't hurt, either. Their nights are
beyond compare-yet the truths Cole confesses in his darkest moments reveal a
heart bruised almost beyond repair. But Serena's seen the kindness and support
he shows when she needs it most. Armed with a bottomless well of patience and
devotion, she'll show Cole just how good it can be to let someone in . . .
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One last
time, she spoke his name, only for him to hurl the carton at the wall. He
whirled around, and the fridge door slammed shut with a clatter, the whole
thing rocking, something inside it falling over. With a crash, the eggs hit the
ground, but she couldn't see them.
All she
could see was this man, and the bands of control with which he was trying so
damn hard to keep himself together. And failing.
His ragged
inhalation was a hairline fracture to her ribs. His fist hit the front of the
fridge, and then his foot, and there was another, wetter, angry sound of pain
inside his lungs.
She was
moving before she could think.
She stepped
around the mess he'd made, right up to him. Those broad,
strong shoulders still
radiated distance, still told her with everything he had in him to stay away,
but the hurt in his bones spoke louder.
And that
was something she could never ignore.
With a hand
on his arm, she tugged him around, and he resisted, clumsy with the crutches
and as stubborn as the day they'd met. But she managed to get a hand on his
face, to touch the stubbled line of his jaw, thumb brushing up against the
corner of his mouth. He let out a sound that might have been punched out of
him, and her own eyes went blurry as she pulled at him to look at her.
His gaze
was glass and steel, both ready to break and impossibly hard. A skittering pang
throbbed through her chest.
"I'm
sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry."
For his
loss and for asking. For everything.
Something
in his expression cracked. This time, when she tried to draw him in, there was
no resistance. One of his crutches tumbled to the ground, an arm going around
her waist. He pressed his face into her hair and let out a breath against her
ear, damp and shuddering, and she felt it like an ache inside her heart.
Closing her
eyes, she curled her hand around the back of his neck. There was something so
raw about him. Like he'd never said those words before, maybe not even to
himself.
Like years
had passed since he'd been held.
So she
tucked him closer. Wrapped him up and took his weight. Took his confessions.
And tried to
give him back all she had in return.
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Jeanette
Grey started
out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to
stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When she isn't
writing, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time
with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New
York.
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