A Long Time Coming
Contemporary New Adult Novel
Blurb:
Abigail Orson has a problem. A love
problem to be exact. And she has absolutely no idea how to go
about fixing it.
For years now, she’s been chasing her
best friend’s brother––demanding things from him that he’s
never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that stems
well beyond that dreaded ‘just friend’s’ zone. You see,
David Anderson is her perfection to a T. The one and only guy that’s
ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster––make her toes
curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is
also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants out of
Abigail, is to be left alone. Abigail’s a fighter though, and
losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other man is no
longer an option.
He’s a waste of space. A guy with one
leg who has lost his motivation to live––to love––to be a man
in general. If only the beautiful girl, of his unattainable
dreams, would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head!
He’s not the right guy for Abigail––he’ll never be worthy of
what she deserves. But staying away is almost impossible, especially
when he’s just as in love with her as she is him. But Abigail has a
life ahead of her––one that’s definitely livable without a
nineteen year old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want
to stick around is beyond questionable anymore.
Choices will be made. Lines will be
drawn. And the two of them will face challenges that nobody saw
coming. David and Abigail may have had thirteen years to fall in
love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in
their favor either...
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Excerpt:
He made it to his
feet, swaying slightly to the side, just as she reached out a hand to
steady him. Her brows drifted together, her lips were pursed to kill.
All sass and spice––the girl was straight up sex in a sweater
dress. “And what is that supposed to mean?” She stood with her
hands at her hips. David narrowed his eyes as her neckline slipped
lower. He traced the edge with his gaze, wishing it was his fingers
instead.
“It just means that you’re trying
to mess with my head.”
She scoffed, pressing her hand over the
dip of that crack he wanted to keep ogling. Damn. That was twice now
in a span of two seconds that he imagined touching that very spot.
This time though, he wasn’t thinking about using his hands… He
sucked in a gasp and released a quiet groan at the thought. Yeah, he
was in a shit ton of trouble with this girl.
But really though, what was new?
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