Excerpt
The door flew open before I’d even had a chance to climb
out of the car, and he stood there, one hand resting on his stomach, the other
braced against the door jamb, staring at me with the wide-eyed look of someone
about to encounter aliens for the first time.
“What the fuck?” he mouthed.
“You tell me,” I mouthed back. I didn’t want to get out of
the car now that I’d seen the shitty expression on his face. His hair was
crazy, standing on end, and his jaw was marked with dark stubble that made him
look both unkempt and well put together at the same time somehow. He was
wearing a tight, gray, long-sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and
yet another pair of scruffy black jeans. He was pale and there were shadows
under his eyes, which made him look haunted.
Slowly, still pressing one hand to his stomach, he hobbled
out of the doorway and came and stood in front of the driver’s side door,
looking at me through the window. When I didn’t buzz down the window, he lifted
his hand and rapped a knuckle against the glass.
Didn’t really seem like I had much of a choice after that.
Down the window went. He considered me for a moment, considered the car in
general, then said, “I don’t suppose…that this is a coincidence?”
“You left your meds at the center.”
He turned and walked away. “I’m not taking that shit.”
“It’s pain medication, Fletcher. They wouldn’t have
prescribed it to you if they didn’t think you needed it.”
“I don’t need
it. How do you know they’re pain meds anyway?” Slowing, he looked back over his
shoulder, frowning. “You been snooping in my shit?”
“I was surprised they weren’t anti-psychotics actually,” I
snapped. “And no, I wasn’t snooping in
your shit. Gale offered up the information before she handed over the bag.”
“Ha! Gale.”
“Yeah. Your girlfriend isn’t the brightest bulb in the box,
huh?” I got out of the car and followed after him.
“You know all too well she isn’t my girlfriend.”
“You implied it.”
“Which doesn’t mean anything, really, does it?”
“Why are those signs stacked up by the side of the house,
Fletcher?”
“To stop nosy busybodies from showing up at my place,
unannounced.” Stopping at his front
door, he turned and barred the entrance with one arm. “Shame. Didn’t seem to
work in this particular instance, did it?”
“I’m just trying to do the Good Samaritan bit, you
asshole.”
“I’m not a Christian.”
“What?”
“The Good Samaritan. He was from the bible, right?”
“You don’t need to be a Christian to be a good person.”
“I’m sure it helps. Look, it’s fucking freezing and I have
four cracked ribs. Can we please do this some other time?”
Over his shoulder, I could see a room in disarray, and a
television on a stack of books, its screen turned to static. White noise popped
and crackled, rustling low. I should have just left. I shouldn’t have come in
the first place; as soon as I’d found out he’d refused treatment at the medical
center and gone home, I should have left him to his own devices. But he looked
terrible. A clammy looking sweat had broken out across his forehead, and his
hands were shaking. He hadn’t taken any of his damn pain medication, and now he
was telling me he had four broken ribs. God, how the hell was I meant to just
drive away now? It would be easy enough to do. It’d feel great slamming the car
door and speeding off, leaving him behind in the dust. I wouldn’t get further than
a mile before the guilt set in, and I had to turn back, though.
“Damn it, Sully. Just let me inside so I can fix you up
with something to eat and something warm to drink. Set my mind at ease. Then
I’ll be on my way, I promise.”
Sully cocked his head to one side. His breathing was
shallow. Shallower than it should have been. “You’re quite the little
do-gooder, aren’t you? What was the chick’s name from The Sound of Music again?
The nun that wouldn’t quit that infernal singing? You know, the one who saved
those children from the Nazis? You’re just like her. So…sunny.” He used the word as if it were an insult.
I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m nothing like her.
Can we please just go inside? You’re right, it is freezing, and I don’t feel
like catching hypothermia right now.”
Both his eyebrows lifted at once. “That’s funny.”
Okay, so that was a pretty dumb thing to say on my part,
but there was no need for him to be such an ass. “Fletcher. Come on. Please.”
Lord, I was begging him to let me inside his house so I could take care of him?
How had this come about? Really, it categorically, absolutely made zero sense.
He sighed, allowing his arm to fall. “All right. You can
come in. On two conditions.”
“Which are?”
“If you step foot inside my house, do not even think about
trying to tidy anything. Move one book, one plate, one mug, and you’ll be back
out of the door quicker than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
He looked so damned pleased with himself that I couldn’t
help wipe the smile from his face. “That’s from Mary Poppins, not The Sound of
Music.”
“I don’t care what it’s from. You mess with my shit,
you’re gone. Copy?”
I held my hands up. “Fine. I won’t tidy.”
“Second condition. There won’t be any of that hot tea
bullshit. If you’re coming in here, you’re drinking whiskey.”
“What? Why am I drinking whiskey?”
“Because I’m
drinking whiskey. And that’s just the way it is.”
“I have to drive.”
He shrugged. “Take
it or leave it, Lang.”
How much would it hurt him if I jabbed him in the ribcage
right now? A lot, probably. Enough to make him behave himself? I wasn’t going
to hold my breath. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just let me inside already. My feet
are going numb.”
This was going to be a disaster.
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Blurb
Ophelia Lang needs money, and she needs
it bad. Her parent’s restaurant is going under, and ever since she lost her job
teaching third grade elementary, scraping enough cash together to pay the bills
has proven almost impossible. Her parents are on the brink of losing their
home. The vultures are circling overhead. So when Ophelia is offered an
interview for a well-paid private tutoring gig in New York, how can she
possibly say no?
Ronan Fletcher is far from the
overweight, balding businessman Ophelia expected him to be. He’s young,
handsome, and wealthy beyond all reason. He’s also perhaps the coldest, rudest
person she’s ever met, and has a mean streak in him a mile and a half wide. A
hundred grand is a lot of money, however, and if tolerating his frosty
temperament, his erratic mood swings and whatever else he throws at her means
she’ll get paid, then that is what Ophelia will do.
Her new boss is keeping secrets, though.
Awful, terrible secrets.
The ghosts of Ronan Fletcher’s past are
about to turn Ophelia’s future upside down, and she can’t even see it coming.
Note: Between Here and The Horizon is a
brand new standalone contemporary romance novel from USA Today bestselling
author, Callie Hart. Between Here and the Horizon does contain some scenes of
violence and sexual content, and so is directed at audience 18+.
Meet
Callie Hart
Callie
has experienced many changes throughout her life, and gone through many ups and
downs that have all worked towards shaping and moulding her into the person she
is today: fun loving, active, social, and hard working. The only thing that has
remained a constant throughout her life is writing. Creating characters who
will tear your conscience in two is a favorite pastime of Callie’s. There are
few real saints and sinners in her books; more often, the denizens of her
stories are all very human. Broken, flawed, and always with the potential for
redemption.
Despite
the subject matter being markedly hot and heavy in comparison to the stories
she wrote in elementary school, there will always be an element of fairytale to
her work.
Callie
Hart is the author of the Blood & Roses Series. Zeth & Sloane’s story
is now complete, but there are a number of stories still to be released under
the Blood & Roses banner. 2015 will see Cade, Michael and Rebel’s stories
being released, as well as a number of brand new stories, all of which will be
Dark Romance novels.
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