Book:
Reminiscent Hearts
Author:
Rachel De Lune
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: 14th February
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Synopsis
A second chance love story.
Lily Hill was a good girl. Sweet,
innocent, hardworking, with her whole life in front of her. And completely in
love with Jake Stewart.
Jake was the ultimate bad boy, who
screwed around and never played by the rules. He had his own secrets and
demons, and for him, Lily was the light to his dark. He knew how Lily felt
about him. It was the best un-kept secret between friends. But the one good
thing he did was keep his hands off Lily. She’d never survive his deepest
desires.
Or so he thought.
A lot can happen in five years.
Lives change. People change. But what
about love?
About
the Author
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally
driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages of a
notebook several years ago. Today she's still scribbling stories of dominance and
submission and creating Happily Ever Afters.
Rachel lives in the South West of
England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-between being a
mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to devote more time to
her scribbles. For every woman who’s ever desired more.
www.racheldelune.com
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Excerpt
I grab a beer from the
counter in the kitchen and head out the back door. Night had drawn in despite
the long sunny day. I take a seat next to a few guys from my psychology class
who are sitting on the decking. From this position, I have the perfect view of
the two main rooms of the house. And a perfect fucking view of Lily dancing
with some stranger.
I stand abruptly. “Hey,
watch it, Jake.” I look down and realise I’ve tipped beer all over… this kid’s
lap.
“Sorry, my bad.”
I sit back down and wrestle
the possessive fire bolt that just struck in my chest. I have no fucking right
to be jealous. I could have Lily if I want. I know she still has feelings for
me. She tries to hide it, but every time those big tempting eyes look at me, I
can see what she’s keeping quiet about. She’s never told me how she feels,
never spoken about it with her friends, from what I can tell.
It’s been our mutually kept
little secret. All the way through school.
Until this fucking minute,
as I see this guy pull her in closer and whisper in her ear. Her innocence is
screaming at him. I bet he can even smell it on her. That fresh flowers in
spring scent that never seems to leave her. Another thing that drives me
fucking crazy.
The guy seems to have a
couple of friends with him. None of them I recognise.
“Hey, anyone know who those
three stooges are?”
“No, they aren’t from St.
George’s.”
I settle in and watch. The
shadows shroud me in darkness and keep me hidden. I must be a masochist because
it’s fucking misery. Lily is sweet, kind and laughing like she doesn’t have a
care in the world. She’s breathtaking.
She stops with the dancing
and pulls out her phone. I look at my watch and notice the
time. Midnight is her usual pick up time. The guy follows her as she
and Charlotte leave the dancing. I can see them in the hall through the next
window along, and I don’t think twice about getting up to see just what this
guy’s intentions are.
My view into the room is
obscured, but there is no missing the kiss he gives Lily. The fucking kiss I’d
always wanted to give her. I smash my bottle on the floor as the rage inside
gets the better of me. I ignore every pair of eyes that are now on me and march
right back into the room.
Prince-fucking-charming
comes back into the room with a shit eating grin on his face.
“You! Don’t you ever
fucking hurt her, you got me? If you do, I’ll make your life a fucking misery
and be happy to do it.” My hands grip around his shirt collar as I spit the
warning at him.
Several pairs of hands try
to separate us, but they have no fucking chance.
“Relax, man. I’m not going
to mess with her.” He has an inch or so on me in height, but I more than make
up for it with brawn. “What’s she to you? You her brother?”
“No. Just watch yourself.
She’s too fucking good for you.” My heart stampedes in my chest as I lay down
my warning. I release him and leave the room. I’m pumped and ready to rip
someone apart. Everything is heightened, and I need to get out before I do something
fucking stupid. I turn and realise everyone is staring at me. It’s eerily quiet
as the music has suddenly been turned off.
I do the usual and ignore
everyone and leave through the back, out into the garden and around the side of
the house. God, I’m a bastard.
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