Title: Scared of Forever (Scared, #2)
Author: Jacqueline Abrahams
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: December 14, 2014
Blurb
Every
lie, no matter how small, has some degree of truth.
Five
months after moving to New York City, Emily is engaged to Blake Carson, future
doctor and the man who she believes to be the love of her life. Until she
starts to realize that the foundation upon which she’s building her future is
based on a series of Blake’s self-serving lies.
Blake
can’t let her go. He can’t continue to deceive Emily, either. But Blake’s
biggest problem is that he has to maintain the life he has become accustomed to,
at any cost. And that means keeping his overbearing mother happy, and keeping
Emily ignorant.
Tyler
Carson left New York City two years ago, happy to leave behind all of the
Carson family drama. Until he comes home and meets Emily. Falling in love with
his brother’s fiancée was easy. Protecting her from his family was necessary.
Leaving her was almost impossible, knowing that he was breaking her heart, and
his own.
Finding
solace in her friendship with Tyler, Emily is forced to face the reality that Blake
is not the man she thought he was. But neither is Tyler, the friend who gave
her the clarity she needed, and then left her alone to pick up the shattered
pieces of her life. Heartbroken and deserted, Emily has had enough of the
Carson brothers.
But sometimes,
love is not that which sends us soaring, but that which keeps us grounded. Can
Emily ever bring herself to love another Carson completely?
Secrets,
lies and lust-filled nights, all in the name of the screwed-up pursuit of
happily ever after, Scared of Forever is the second novel in the Scared Series,
which features characters from Scared of Beautiful, but can be read as a
standalone.
Purchase the series!
Scared of Forever (Scared, #2)
Infinite Fear - A Novella (Scared #0.5)
Scared of Beautiful (Scared #1)
Excerpt
Emily
Tyler
offers me an absolutely angelic and innocent smile.
His warm eyes
silently attest to the sincerity of his words as he eyes me expectantly. He
walks over to the passenger side of the Jeep and opens the door with
exaggerated grandeur, sweeping a hand across his midline elegantly.
“That’s a
bit of a lost art,” I say as I climb up the high step into the seat, thankful
that I’d opted for ballet flats and jeans.
“What is?”
Tyler asks as he hops into the driver’s seat.
“Gentlemanly
behavior. Chivalry. I don’t know when, if ever, anybody has opened my door for
me,” I say, slightly ashamed that as a woman, I hadn’t demanded better
treatment.
“Well,
strap yourself in, princess. Today is gonna be a day of amazing first times.”
Tyler shoots me a cheeky grin, before turning the key in the ignition.
“Is it too
late to change my mind?” I laugh, playfully grabbing for the door handle.
“Yup.
You’re now my willing prisoner,” he says solemnly before taking off.
Tyler
drives us carefully out of the city. The rain clouds that had opened up above
the city seem to be moving in the opposite direction now. The further away we
drive, the clearer the sky becomes, the ratio of blue to grey skewing more as
the road widens from narrow city streets to open country roads.
“Where are
we going?” I ask. The drive seems to be infinite.
“Do you
trust me?” Tyler asks.
“Should I?
I barely even know you.”
“Trusting
the people you know can sometimes be even worse than trusting the ones you
don’t,” Tyler says quietly.
“What does
that mean?” I ask nervously. Does he mean Blake? Eliza?
“Forget
it,” Tyler says. “I don’t particularly want to ruin the day by talking about
all that heavy shit. We’re nearly there.”
“Why are
you being so nice to someone you barely know?” I ask, looking towards Tyler,
who is focusing intently on the road ahead.
“Do I need
a reason to be a nice guy?” He shoots me with a charming smile. His brow
furrows as he averts his eyes back to the road. “You can tell me if you’re
uncomfortable with any of this. We can go straight back. I’d understand, I
mean, you haven’t known me all that long.”
“Not at
all,” I say sincerely. Fact is, I feel more comfortable and safer in Tyler’s
company than I did with Blake last night.
I roll the
window down and inhale the salty ocean air that wafts in. Leaning forward to
look past Tyler, I see, between the tall oak trees that flank the road, the
vast, sapphire blue sea. The sun has even decided to make an appearance from
beyond the grey, ominous clouds.
“Wow,” I
breathe.
“Welcome
to the Hamptons,” Tyler says jovially.
“I thought
you hated all things high society, and you decide to bring me to the summer
playground of New York’s rich and famous?” I question, confused.
“We’re not
going to hang out with the rich and famous. Besides, it isn’t society season.
The only people here now are those who actually live here,” he explains.
We
continue to drive, beyond the sprawling mansions with their impossibly green
lawns, perfectly manicured and lined with tall evergreen fir trees.
“That’s
Eliza’s summer house,” Tyler says, pointing to a majestic stone mansion nestled
between two long stretches of sand, and backing directly onto the white sandy
beach.
“Holy
shit!” I exclaim. “I think that place is bigger than my whole home town!”
Tyler just
laughs. “I take it you’ve never been inside it then. It’s full of space and
echoes.”
We drive
right past it, until the road becomes narrower and declines steeply, the Jeep’s
tires picking up the rocks and sand from the dirt track and flinging them
backwards relentlessly. Tyler handles the car amazingly well, navigating and
steering carefully over the now very thin road until we arrive at a much
smaller, yet still expansive, weatherboard cottage. The white framed windows
look positively striking against the dark beige paint of the exterior. A
picketed wraparound balcony encases the obviously abandoned house.
“We’re
here,” Tyler says happily. He parks the car and hops quickly from his seat,
jogging around to open my door.
I take a
step out and stare in awe at the sight before me. The beach stretches out for
miles. Immediately ahead, a makeshift fence has been created between the house
and the sand from old pieces of hardwood, pickets and thin wire. The sun casts
a luminous sparkle against the rising tide...
About the Author
Jacqueline Abrahams is the author alter ego for an ordinary mum
to three children (two human and one canine) and wife to one husband. Born in
South Africa, she now calls Sydney, Australia her home.
A collector all things books and bookish, she in an avid reader
and has a tiny obsession with filling bookshelves. When she's not preoccupied
wearing her aspiring author or mummy hat, she is working her way towards
completing a degree in Primary and Secondary Teaching (with an English major of
course!)
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