ETERNAL: A Carolina Beach Novel by Cecy Robson, tells
the story of what happens when all is lost and then you find the one. Neither
Luci nor Landon planned on each other, and they definitely didn’t plan on love
in this New Year’s Eve, one-night stand romance. Fans of FLIRTING WITH FIRE by
Kate Meader and HOT SHOT by Kristen Callihan won’t be able to put down this
emotional and heartfelt read.
Eternal (A Carolina Beach Novel #2) by Cecy
Robson
Release
Date: October 24, 2017
Publisher:
Cecy Robson, LLC
Genres:
Contemporary Romance
Page
Count: 366
Format:
Print
& Digital
After
months of bad luck and even worse men, Luciana Diaz just wants to crawl under
the covers and forget the year ever happened. Her friend has other plans,
convincing Luci to attend a New Year’s Eve party on the affluent shores of
Kiawah Island.
Luci
never expected to have fun. She also never expected to wake up next to a man
she just met, or for this man to be the new attorney at her firm.
Landon
Summers is done with drama. After an ugly separation and even worse divorce, he
has no desire to jump into another relationship.
When
his sister Trinity drags him to a New Year’s Eve party, he doesn’t plan to stay
long. One drink, a few hellos, and he’s out. Until he meets Luci, the first
person in months to draw his smile and incite his passion.
Neither Luci nor
Landon planned on each other, and they definitely didn’t plan on love. But the
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ETERNAL Excerpt #1
Copyright © 2017 Cecy Robson
Banging
from the kitchen has me turning in the direction of the wall oven. The brunette
shoves the tin of crab cakes into the center, shiny with the sauce she basted
them with.
No sooner
than she sets the timer and takes off her oven mitt than Kirk Watson arrives.
“Hey, sweet thing. How about you fix me a plate?”
How about I punch you in the head, Kirk?
I glare in
his direction. She’s the only non-Caucasian woman in the immediate vicinity.
I’m not trying to be a dick and assume he’s racist, I’ve just known him long
enough to know that’s what he is. Not to mention, she’s in a cocktail dress or
whatever the fuck, not dressed in a black shirt and pants like the caterers
Becca hired.
Her small
chin juts slightly forward. “I’m sorry, sir,” she says. “I don’t work here, I
was just helping someone out.”
Kirk is
already drunk and way past horny. He leans his arm against the overhead counter
and gives her the kind of once-over that should send her to the nearest shower
to wash his filth clean. “Then how about I buy you a drink?”
“It’s my
understanding the drinks are free,” she tells him.
He
sidesteps in front of her when she tries to walk away, blocking her. “Come on,
sweetie. I’m just trying to be nice.”
I don’t
think things through. I storm in from the opposite side and from one blink to
the next, I’m suddenly there.
The
brunette takes a step back and into me, my presence startling her and making
her jump. “Back off, Kirk. She’s with me.”
Maybe I
shouldn’t have said what I did, but Kirk’s the type who doesn’t know when to
quit unless there’s a bigger man there to make him.
Tonight,
that bigger man is me. He swipes his shaved head, offering me a slick smile
that turns challenging real quick. “Is that right?”
“Damn
straight.” I think the brunette looks up at me, but I’m too busy looking at
Kirk. Yeah, he’s drunk, and ready to take a swing. The protective side of me
kicks in. I grasp my supposed damsel in distress by the elbow and gently guide
her behind me.
His gaze
trails to her briefly before returning to me. “I thought you were hard up.”
“Nah,” I
say, not wanting to give this idiot any amount of satisfaction. “Onto bigger
and better as you can see.”
“Or tinier
and cuter?” he offers.
“Watch your
mouth,” I fire back, knowing he’s not complimenting her, but rather trying to
rile me. “Like I said, she’s with me.”
I clench
my fists, causing my knuckles to crack. I don’t think he hears the crunch, not
over the music and escalating clamor of voices. He does see me, though.
Whatever he catches in my hardening features is enough to make him back down.
Smart man, at least when it comes to a fight. He knows I can take a hit, and
give one a hell of a lot harder.
He grunts
and slinks away, like he did me a favor by letting me off and not the other way
around. I keep him in my sights. By the time he reaches the door leading out to
the foyer, he perks up, likely having spotted the next woman he’ll approach.
I wait
until he disappears into the next room before turning back to the brunette.
“Ma’am,” I say, tilting my chin.
I mean to
step away and back in the direction of my beer. One drink and out, right?
Sounded good in theory except the moment I shift my weight to walk away, her
smile holds me in place.
It’s not
the kind of smile that promises anything close to what the bartender offered,
nor is it teasing and daring like the half-dozen cheerleaders Becca introduced
me to flashed. It simply is, fragile like the first snowflakes that fall in
winter, and shy like a young woman at her first dance, hoping no one notices
she’s not dressed like the rest.
I like
what she’s wearing. She looks nice to look nice, not to impress or show off.
And someone as pretty as her, well, she doesn’t need to be so shy.
Her lips
are glazed in a soft pink like her dress, not overly done, just enough to give
them a shine and glisten her light eyes. “Thank you,” she says, quietly. “For
helping me out.”
“You’re
welcome.”
I take a
step in the direction of the bar, eyeing my beer like it’s waiting for me to
return. But the step feels unusually heavy and I think my friend the beer can
wait.
I turn
slowly and offer this little thing with the pretty eyes and the soft smile my
hand. It shouldn’t seem like such a big deal or much of an effort, but it’s a
little of each. Maybe for both of us. “I’m Landon.”
She takes
my hand. I watch it as it disappears within my grasp.
“Hi,
Landon,” she replies quietly. “I’m Luci.”
About Cecy Robson
CECY ROBSON is an author of
contemporary romance, young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A
double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and a published
author of more than eighteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop
writing her stories or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.
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