JESSE (Damage Control, #2) COVER REVEAL
New Adult contemporary romance
by Jo Raven
Cover by Jo Raven
Model: Francis Clément
Photographer: Sara Eirew
RELEASE DATE: Late June/Beginning of July 2015
SYNOPSIS:
Returning
to Madison hurts. I thought I’d left my past behind, but the past
goes on living. I carry it inside of me, it’s a piece of me. People
have marked me in indelible ways and I drag the shreds of my soul
behind me, trying to put my pieces back together. I’m not the Amber
I used to be. I fly under the radar, try to be invisible.
It
doesn't always work. Drawing attention scares me. It always spells
trouble. Returning to my home town is a last ditch effort to lay my
demons to rest and start anew, for good this time.
Meeting
Jesse Lee wasn’t in the plan. Yet here he is with his
heart-stopping, sexy grin, handsome like a god, shining bright. He’s
full of life, full of heat, packing the energy of a thousand suns in
his gaze and muscular body. Jesse burns, and the pain of being near
him is sweet.
But
he’s foiling my plans. It’s hard to remain a ghost when he’s
around. Hard to avoid his attention, to remain invisible. He sees me,
really sees me, and behind his bright radiance, I can see shadows
from his own past crowding in. He’s swimming hard to stay afloat
even as he reaches for me.
What
is he afraid of? And how can he save me from drowning when he can’t
even save himself?
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EXCERPT:
I
turn on him, hands on my hips. “What do you want?”
“That
sounds like a trick question.” He winks.
“Does
it? You barged in here and you think asking you what you want is a
trick question?”
“Hey
now. I didn’t barge in here. You opened the door.” He lifts his
hands much like Kayla did. I think I scare people.
Good.
Better them than me.
“You’re
an ass.”
He
grins. “And a fine one, too.”
Oh
dear God. “You’re a dick.”
He
nods solemnly, but his eyes dip to my cleavage and darken to forest
green. “A big, big dick.”
Crap,
I walked right into this one, didn’t I? Of course, I’ve always
had trouble recognizing plays on words and jokes. I should be upset.
He’s teasing me, and teasing, in my book, is a prelude to hurting
me.
But
the smile lingering on his full lips takes the sting away, and what’s
more, it’s hot. Way too hot. Heat rushes to my face, flames licking
my cheeks, and a pulse starts between my legs.
This
is so not happening. “Stop being such a jerk.”
“You
say that affectionately.” He’s somehow moved closer to me while I
was busy self-combusting and his scent engulfs me, something hot,
spicy and heady like mulled wine. “Like that pet name you gave me.”
What?
I stare at the dark brows over his intense eyes, the faint stubble on
that square jaw, that mouth and… Oh God. I’ve lost the thread. I
tear my gaze from his face, glancing down at his bare arms. One of
them is heavily inked with swirling colors and a snake.
A
cobra, I think, done in red and green, curling on his thick bicep.
And underneath the riot of colored ink swathing his arm from shoulder
to wrist, faint crisscrossing lines catch my eyes, some thin and some
thick, dark and raised.
Scars.
His
voice startles me. “This place sure looks different when it’s not
full of people.”
“Like
what, empty?”
He
chuckles, warm and delicious like a treacle of melted hot chocolate.
“Like, nice.”
“Although
there’s no blonde wrapped around you and no sucking involved?”
He
chokes and bends over hacking.
“You…”
He shakes his head as he straightens, and wipes his mouth on the back
of his hand. “Shit.”
Yeah,
I’m not only antisocial, I also don’t have any control over my
mouth. Double whammy. Who wouldn’t want to be around me?
“So
what do you want?” Might as well get this over with so we can both
go on our separate ways – he, back to his blonde and the sucking,
and me, to my room and my beads.
He
flinches, a barely there twitch that has me wondering if I even saw
it. “I lost… something. A leather wrist band. I can’t find it
since the party here, and I thought to ask in case you saw it
anywhere.”
I
remember seeing the band on his arm that night. “It was an old
thing, wasn’t it?” Old, worn and starting to fray.
“It’s…”
He rubs his forehead, frowning. “It’s important to me.”
He’s
been an ass. Sort of. He’s been pushy. Kind of. He scares me.
But
the uncertainty is back in his eyes, and now I know I didn’t
imagine it. And although I’m not sure what to do with it, this
glimpse beneath the sunny surface that defines Jesse Lee, I wish… I
wish I could. I wish I had the courage to prod and break the brittle
skin, the scab over a wound I can only guess at.
“I
haven’t seen it,” I say, and his jaw tightens. This bracelet
really seems important to him. “But I’ll look around. We’re
still cleaning after the party from hell.”
“Thanks.”
His mouth quirks. He shifts back and leans against the wall, and I
try hard not to notice how good he looks in a faded green T-shirt and
low-slung dark jeans, not to stare at the bulge between his legs.
Oh
God, I’m checking out his package. Crap, no way…
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