“Beautifully Broken Spirit is a
beautiful, emotional and memorable friends-to-lovers romance with a dash of
intrigue and suspense that ensures you stay on the edge of your seat.”-- Frolic
Beautifully Broken Spirit, an all-new
beautiful and emotional standalone in the Sutter Lake Series from Catherine
Cowles is available now!
She’s
always been his safe place to land.
Jensen has shared a
special bond with Tuck for as long as she can remember, their friendship a
language that never needed words. But as life threw her one curveball after
another, that secret language turned to stony silence.
He’s
always been her protector.
Tuck has looked out for
Jensen since the day she was born. As his best friend’s little sister, he’s
tried to keep her firmly in the friend
category. But she’s always been more.
All it takes is one
moment of weakness to send Tuck’s fiercely guarded walls crumbling to the
ground. As a new fire burns between them, someone watches. Someone who doesn’t
like the new life Jensen’s building for herself.
And
they’ll stop at nothing to keep her in the dark.
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Excerpt
“Hey, Little J.”
My entire world seemed to tunnel as my vision went
black, and my knees buckled.
“Shit!” Strong hands caught me before I could hit the
floor. I blinked rapidly as Tuck’s face came into focus. His expression was
full of worry. “Are you okay?” He settled me into one of the café chairs.
My stomach pitched. “I’m fine. Just got up too fast.
You startled me.”
Tuck’s brow furrowed. “The door was unlocked.”
“Well, I thought I’d locked it.”
Tuck let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh
and a growl of frustration. “You need to be more careful. Anyone could’ve come
in here, and you wouldn’t have even known. Just because we live in a small town
doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take precautions.”
I pinned him with a stare that should’ve had him
taking a step back. “I know that. Believe me, I of all people fucking know
that.”
Tuck winced. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I waved him off. “I know.” I pushed up to stand, but
the world turned wobbly again, and Tuck pressed me back into the chair.
“Oh, no, you don’t. When’s the last time you had
something to eat?”
I tried to think back. I guess I had missed lunch. “A
granola bar in the car on the way to drop Noah off at school?”
This time Tuck did growl. “You need to take better
care of yourself.”
My skin prickled. “I take fine care of myself, you big
behemoth.”
“I’m not seeing a whole lot of evidence of that
lately. You take care of everyone but
yourself.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he kept right on going. “You stay
right here while I go fix you a snack.” Tuck pinned me with a hard gaze. “You
move a muscle, and I will paddle your ass.”
My jaw came unhinged, but simmering heat pooled low in
my belly. My hands fisted. What the hell?
Before I could regain any semblance of the ability to speak, Tuck had turned on
his heel and strode towards the kitchen. Had I actually hit my head? Was I now
in some sort of coma-induced alternate universe where Tuck threatened to spank
me? And why the hell did some part of me like the idea?
I was clearly in some sort of hunger-induced brain
misfire. That was the only reasonable explanation. I did all kinds of crazy
stuff when I went too long without sustenance. Yes, those crazy things were
generally something like eating an entire pan of brownies in one sitting. They
weren’t typically the burning desire to climb one of my best friends since
birth like a tree. But hunger could make you do lots of insane things.
Tuck emerged from the kitchen juggling a plate with
the largest sandwich I’d ever seen and a tall glass of what looked like apple
juice. He came towards me with what I could only describe as a swagger. Had his
hips always moved like that when he walked?
Don’t get me wrong, I knew Tuck was attractive. Hot
even. I’d had the requisite crush on him throughout my middle school years and
even into high school. But he had always treated me like a little sister.
Someone he liked hanging with. But never once had he given me even a single
hint that he was interested in more than friendship. And I’d grown up. I’d put
him firmly in the big-brother category. So, why, all of a sudden, was my body
reacting to him?
It had to be my dry spell. Could it even be called
that if it was as dry and vast as the Sahara? I needed to get laid and stat.
Because the last thing I needed was to fall for a guy who was a walking
one-night stand.
About Catherine
Writer of words. Drinker of Diet
Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has
had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to
write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found
exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or
searching for her next book boyfriend.
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