Solo
by Lauren E. Rico
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GENRE: Contemporary New Adult
Romance
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BLURB:
When graduate student
Katherine Brenner walked into my class, I couldn’t stand her—all perfect skin
and big, blue eyes—just like the woman who broke my heart.
If it wasn’t for that
blizzard, if her car hadn’t broken down outside my house, if she hadn’t looked
amazing by the firelight, I never would have kissed her. No matter how hard I
try, every excuse I make not to see her comes up flat.
I can’t stop thinking
of her lips. Or the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands. There’s a million
reasons why this won’t work. I’m her professor. It’s against university policy.
And if this gets out, I
could lose everything.
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Excerpt:
I hear the creak of the bathroom door behind me and there’s
a palpable shift in the room as he enters. Then I feel his hand on my shoulder.
It just makes me cry harder. And then he is there, on the floor with me,
pulling me up against his chest with strong arms. I shake my head no. I don’t
want this. But I do. I don’t need this. But I do. And, somehow, this awful,
mean, arrogant man seems to know this already.
With my face buried in his sweatshirt, I just cry and cry
until the only thing left is the sound of my dry, hiccupping, heaves and
sniffling nose. He’s patting my back, rubbing my arms and shushing me softly.
Oh. My. God.
This is my worst nightmare, and then some. I sit up,
abruptly, trying to wipe my sodden face with my hands, not looking at him. I
can’t look at him.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a hoarse whisper.
Drew Markham gets to his feet and holds out a hand for me to
take. I do, still not able to meet his gaze. When I’m upright once more, he
turns away from me and briefly runs the water in the sink.
“Here,” he says, cupping my chin in his hands gently, trying
to direct my face to his. I stare at the floor and shake my head. “Please?
Katherine?”
When he says my name, it’s so unexpected that my head jerks
up. He reaches toward my face and I just close my eyes, allowing him to press
the wet, cool facecloth to my skin. When I open my eyes again, he’s smiling.
But not any smile I’ve ever seen in his limited repertoire of pleasant
expressions. It’s shocking. And disarming. And sexy as hell.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Lauren Rico was
going to be principal French horn of the New York Philharmonic. That was HER
plan, anyway. The New York Philharmonic had no idea of her intentions, and
that's probably a good thing, since she wasn't an especially good French horn
player!
Lauren was,
however, an exceptionally good classical music radio host. Calling herself a
"Classical Music Reanimator," she has made a career of demystify
classical music for her audiences by taking it off a dusty old pedestal and
putting it into a modern context.
It's only been
over the last couple of years that Lauren has discovered a passion for writing,
which she's managed to combine with her love and knowledge of the classical
music world.
You can hear
Lauren Rico on SiriusXM's Symphony Hall Channel; on WQXR and WSHU-FM in the New
York City metro; WSMR in Tampa/Sarasota, FL; WDAV in Charlotte, NC and KMFA in
Austin, TX
More at
www.LaurenRico.com
Links:
www.LaurenRico.com
www.Facebook.com/LaurenRicoAuthor
https://www.goodreads.com/LaurenRico
Twitter:
@RadioRico
Buy Links
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Solo-Symphony-Hall-Lauren-Rico-ebook/dp/B06ZYQYTXW/ref=sr_1_1
Barnes &
Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/solo-lauren-e-rico/1126240187
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