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Title: The Edge of Forever
Author: J. Saman
Genre: Contemporary
romance
Release Day: March 19th
About The Edge of Forever
Weston Kincaid was
my first…everything.
My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliché. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. But I didn't listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts. I fell, and I fell hard.
Then he was gone. In the blink of an eye, I went from loving him to hating him.
A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star jock, he's now a surgeon. A sexy, irresistible surgeon who happens to save my best friend's life. And as if all that isn't bad enough, he has it in his gorgeous, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off.
Little does he know, I'm not the same girl he left behind.
My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliché. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. But I didn't listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts. I fell, and I fell hard.
Then he was gone. In the blink of an eye, I went from loving him to hating him.
A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star jock, he's now a surgeon. A sexy, irresistible surgeon who happens to save my best friend's life. And as if all that isn't bad enough, he has it in his gorgeous, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off.
Little does he know, I'm not the same girl he left behind.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Twisting back in the
other direction, I start, my arms dropping to my chest as a small frightened
gasp escapes my lips. Someone is standing in the doorway, leaning against the
metal frame watching me. Our eyes lock. My breath catches in my chest. Because
there is no possible way I’m seeing who I think I’m seeing.
My eyes blink. Focus.
Then blink again.
No. Just no.
My lungs burn from lack
of oxygen. My cheeks heat and my stomach flutters with nervous butterflies as I
squint, trying to confirm what my body seems to already know. What my body
remembers.
“No way,” I whisper
aloud.
A slow easy smile curls up
the corners of his mouth, his pale green eyes turning from incredulous to
astounded to possibly amused. We stare at each other for a moment, unable to
drag our eyes away. He tilts his head to the side, his smile turning lopsided
as some of his hair flops over his forehead. My heart. Holy crap, it’s out of
control. I forgot how gorgeous he is. How devastating that smile is.
Visions of the last time
I saw him flash unbidden into my brain. I can’t stop them, and the faster the
images come, the hotter my face and body grow.
His face above mine. Our
naked bodies pressed together, limbs intertwined. The sounds he made as he came
inside of me. The way I stared into him as I came. Holy shit. I cannot believe
this moment. And hell, there are so many more moments than our last. I want to
revel in them. Sit in a bath with a glass of wine and relive each one, one at a
time like I’m stealing back that what has been taken from me.
Ever so slowly, he stalks
across the room in my direction with a purpose I cannot ignore.
And then I realize where
I am. And then I realize what he’s wearing. Scrubs.
I blink again. Admiring
his chest and then his legs and then his shoes and then back up to his face.
Because suddenly he’s standing before me, so goddamn tall and beautiful as he
says, “Aria Davenport.”
“Weston Kincaid.”
What are the freaking
odds? Ten years and a lifetime in between and now here I am. Staring up into
the eyes of the man who was my first… everything. The man who shattered my
adolescent, love-sick heart into pieces when he left.
About the Author:
J. Saman loves all types of
novels, but finds herself always going back to writing/reading romances. She's
addicted to Diet Coke and sour candy, and swears way too much. She's an
admitted lover of picking at old wounds, second chance romances, love triangles
and the perfect amount of angst . She writes smart, strong women and sexy alpha
(slightly nerdy) men who have
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