Beautifully Broken

Title: Beautifully Broken

Author: Em Frances

Release Date: March 7, 2017

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Synopsis:

WELCOME TO ST. ANNE

The loss of her mother turned her world upside down and revealed a truth she had never known. Her entire life felt like a lie.

Sonny

Now, she lives on her own terms. She does what – and who – she wants, when she wants. She can’t get hurt if she doesn’t let anyone get close enough. Being lonely is just the price she has to pay. She isn’t about to let a man like Brig get to her, no matter how good his looks or intentions.

Brig

As one of St. Anne’s favorite sons, he has lived a charmed life, never wanting for anything. Family, friends, business – he is wealthy in ways that mean more than dollar signs. He doesn’t know what it means to fail. Foul-mouthed and beautiful, yet cautious, Sonny is everything he never knew he wanted. But when it comes to her, want has become need, and for the first time in his life, he has to fight for something.

Sonny has spent so much time keeping people out that the idea of letting Brig in feels dangerous.

But danger is already coming for her.

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Excerpt (Please choose one):

Excerpt 1 (Rated PG) –

The devil himself straightened up and moved to the passenger’s door ahead of me.  I was still lost in my thoughts, so when he opened the door for me, I absently said “thank you” and climbed into the cab.  I guess he had been expecting me to protest his gesture and affirm my ability to open my own door because he still stood there with his hand on the door handle.

“Don’t throw the eyebrow at me, Brigham.  I am capable of accepting a gentleman’s exercise of manners,” I said in a quiet firm tone that was much less than my normal level of tenacity.  Make no mistake, I knew exactly how rough and tough I sounded to others.  Like I told Tish, old habits die hard.

“I know you are, sweetheart.  I’m just waiting for you to burst into flames or something.  Or is it an internal reaction, like when the Grinch’s heart grew two sizes?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  I dropped my head back onto the headrest and turned to look at Brig, who looped his arm through the open truck window with a proud smile.  “Thanks for that, too.”

His smile shifted slightly, more concerned than prideful now, as if my words had touched him somehow.   “Anytime.  Especially if it means I will hear your laugh or see your smile.  You need to do that more often, y’know.  Either of them, both of them.  It is a sight to see.”

I didn’t know how to handle someone being tender with me, and began to feel some panic.  I shifted in the bucket seat, suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed that I didn’t know how to accept simple human kindness.  I felt like I owed him an apology somehow, but when I turned my attention back to him, he was moving to close my door.

“What was that comment about my eyebrow, smartass?” he asked before rounding the front of the truck to get behind the wheel.  He got settled in and started the engine, but turned to me before going anywhere.  Up went the eyebrow in question. “Hmmmm?”  Bless this man for changing the subject.

“Every time I argue with you or say something you don’t like, you throw me that look.”  I nodded once in his direction, and then attempted to replicate it.  I could feel my eyebrow being uncooperative, which drew a belly laugh from Brig.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

I quickly stuck my tongue out at him and watched his eyes darken.  He turned his attention away from me and my mouth and put the truck in reverse.  He didn’t speak again until he had negotiated us off the shoulder and back into the flow of traffic on Scenic Highway, heading toward my house.  “Besides, if I raised an eyebrow every time you argued with me or said something I didn’t like, this look-” he pointed to his face as he raised his eyebrow, “would be permanent.”  He must’ve anticipated my next move, because he continued before I could move a muscle. “Two things.  First, don’t go assuming I’m a gentleman.  Which leads me to the second.  You better keep that tongue in your mouth.  I don’t think you are ready for what I want to do to it, or how I want you to use it.”

Excerpt 2 (Rated R) –

Brig’s hands were at the waistband of my pants, but there wasn’t going to be any fucking interruptions this time, not if I had anything to say about it.  I couldn’t remember wanting someone this badly before.  Yeah, sure, in the heat of the moment, you’ve always got it bad and things never happen soon enough.  But as much as it killed me to admit it, being with Brigham was already different.

I brushed his hands out of the way to unbutton and unzip my capris.  When I started to push my pants and my light blue lace boy shorts over my hips, those same hands covered mine to still them.

“Let me do that,” Brig said quietly.

“If you would get your ass in gear, I would.”

I tried to get my hands moving again, but he pressed them into my body to keep them idle.  He shifted his position so that he could lean his face into mine.

“You’re lucky I like that sassy mouth,” he told me with a grin before slamming his mouth over the sassy one in question.  He punished that sass with lips and tongue and teeth as we both fought and raced to get my pants off, until his assaulting kiss was interrupted by our laughter.

Brig leaned back, drawing my pants down my legs the rest of the way until they ended up on the floor with the rest of my clothes.

“I want to see what else I can make come out of that sassy mouth,” he said.  The cocked eyebrow told me that the double entendre about coming was completely intentional.  Even though I wanted what he was selling, I couldn’t stay quiet and make it easy.  I guess Sonny the contrarian couldn’t stay away the entire night.

“You have too many clothes on,” I told him.

“I don’t need to have my clothes off for what I have planned right now,” Brig countered.

“It doesn’t have to do with need,” I said.  “I am completely naked-”

He raked his eyes down my body with a wolfish grin.  “Yes, you are.”

“Focus, please.  Don’t go all 12-year-old boy seeing his first set of boobs on me.  It’s not about need.  It is about fairness.  All of my clothes are on the floor over there.  All of yours are still on your body.  The shirt is unbuttoned, not off.”

Brig cast his eyes upward and huffed out a breath before meeting my eyes.  “Emerson, if I take my pants off, this is all gonna be over a lot quicker than I want it to be.  I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m holding onto what control I have left with a very flimsy thread.”

Well shit, I couldn’t argue with that.  But maybe I could at least get a concession.

“All right,” I agreed.  “But lose the shirt.  Mama needs something to look at while you do whatever you’re gonna do.”  I tried to sound dismissive and disinterested, just to be a nudge.  I couldn’t help it.

He peeled his shirt off and dropped it beside the couch.  Sweet Jesus, I had forgotten about the tattoo.  If my panties had still been on, the inked piece covering his left pec, shoulder and upper arm, would have made them drop so hard and fast that there would have been a hole in the floor.

“Mama is gonna see plenty,” he told me as he settled between my legs.  The brush of his stubble against my inner thighs gave me goosebumps.  The feel of his breath on my sex caused a full-on shiver.  “You’re going to be too busy seeing fireworks behind your eyelids to even look anywhere else.”  He gently bit my thigh to draw my attention.  The look on his face, one of desire and sheer determination, stole my breath.  But more than that, it made me want him even more than I thought I already did.

“And you know damn well that I mean what I say.”  With that, Brigham split me in two with the flat of his tongue, effectively knocking any ideas I had about a rebuttal right out the window.

Author Info:

Em Frances is a foul-mouthed, filterless Jersey girl who lives in northern Florida with an extremely patient and tolerant husband and their two dogs.

When she isn’t writing, or when she’s supposed to be writing (lol), she’s usually on Facebook, reading or binge-watching TV…and sometimes all three at the same time!

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Title: Beautifully Broken
Author: Em Frances
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Add to TBR

WELCOME TO ST. ANNE

The loss of her mother turned her world upside down and revealed a truth she had never known. Her entire life felt like a lie.

Sonny
Now, she lives on her own terms. She does what – and who – she wants, when she wants. She can’t get hurt if she doesn’t let anyone get close enough. Being lonely is just the price she has to pay. She isn’t about to let a man like Brig get to her, no matter how good his looks or intentions.

Brig
As one of St. Anne’s favorite sons, he has lived a charmed life, never wanting for anything. Family, friends, business – he is wealthy in ways that mean more than dollar signs. He doesn’t know what it means to fail. Foul-mouthed and beautiful, yet cautious, Sonny is everything he never knew he wanted. But when it comes to her, want has become need, and for the first time in his life, he has to fight for something.

Sonny has spent so much time keeping people out that the idea of letting Brig in feels dangerous.

But danger is already coming for her.

 
  

The devil himself straightened up and moved to the passenger’s door ahead of me. I was still lost in my thoughts, so when he opened the door for me, I absently said “thank you” and climbed into the cab. I guess he had been expecting me to protest his gesture and affirm my ability to open my own door because he still stood there with his hand on the door handle.

“Don’t throw the eyebrow at me, Brigham. I am capable of accepting a gentleman’s exercise of manners,” I said in a quiet firm tone that was much less than my normal level of tenacity. Make no mistake, I knew exactly how rough and tough I sounded to others. Like I told Tish, old habits die hard.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I’m just waiting for you to burst into flames or something. Or is it an internal reaction, like when the Grinch’s heart grew two sizes?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I dropped my head back onto the headrest and turned to look at Brig, who looped his arm through the open truck window with a proud smile. “Thanks for that, too.”

His smile shifted slightly, more concerned than prideful now, as if my words had touched him somehow. “Anytime. Especially if it means I will hear your laugh or see your smile. You need to do that more often, y’know. Either of them, both of them. It is a sight to see.”

I didn’t know how to handle someone being tender with me, and began to feel some panic. I shifted in the bucket seat, suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed that I didn’t know how to accept simple human kindness. I felt like I owed him an apology somehow, but when I turned my attention back to him, he was moving to close my door.

“What was that comment about my eyebrow, smartass?” he asked before rounding the front of the truck to get behind the wheel. He got settled in and started the engine, but turned to me before going anywhere. Up went the eyebrow in question. “Hmmmm?” Bless this man for changing the subject.

“Every time I argue with you or say something you don’t like, you throw me that look.” I nodded once in his direction, and then attempted to replicate it. I could feel my eyebrow being uncooperative, which drew a belly laugh from Brig.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

I quickly stuck my tongue out at him and watched his eyes darken. He turned his attention away from me and my mouth and put the truck in reverse. He didn’t speak again until he had negotiated us off the shoulder and back into the flow of traffic on Scenic Highway, heading toward my house. “Besides, if I raised an eyebrow every time you argued with me or said something I didn’t like, this look-” he pointed to his face as he raised his eyebrow, “would be permanent.” He must’ve anticipated my next move, because he continued before I could move a muscle. “Two things. First, don’t go assuming I’m a gentleman. Which leads me to the second. You better keep that tongue in your mouth. I don’t think you are ready for what I want to do to it, or how I want you to use it.”

Em Frances is a foul-mouthed, filterless Jersey girl who lives in northern Florida with an extremely patient and tolerant husband and their two dogs.

When she isn’t writing, or when she’s supposed to be writing (lol), she’s usually on Facebook, reading or binge-watching TV…and sometimes all three at the same time!

 
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