Title: Discovering Lucy
Author: Laura Dunaway
Release Date: March 7, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
A new beginning...
When Lucy meets Knox Taylor, the intoxicating man in the business suit, everything she thought she knew about relationships changes. He is strong, seductive and makes her feel safe. But can she open up enough to let him in?
Will Lucy Jane escape the scars of her past? Can Knox give her the future she ultimately deserves?
A story of rediscovery...
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About The Author
Laura Dunaway has been married to her prince for 17 years and together they are raising three amazing kids. While she’s always had a passion for reading and writing, it wasn’t until this past year that she finally realized she should pursue her dream of writing a book. After many many attempts at starting one, Distorted was finally the one that flowed and before she knew it, she’d written The End. When she’s not busy shuttling her kids to lessons and practices and making dinner, she’s busy behind her computer writing her next book, Discovering Lucy, which will be out winter of 2014.
EXCERPT
I didn’t see the blow coming.
I was
standing at my dresser, eyes focused on my reflection in the mirror as I pinned
my hair into a bun when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Time seemed to
slow down as the bobby pins dropped from my hands and I fell to my knees. I
gasped for air, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of me.
“Don’t you ever think of doing that again, bitch,”
I heard Drake tell me in his menacing deep voice, his dirty brown work boots in
front of me. I had no idea what it was I’d done.
Most of the time I hadn’t done anything.
I put my hands on the floor, still trying to take
deep breaths. “Wh-what did I do?” I asked in a strained voice
against the agony burrowing in my back.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back, and my hair was
being pulled so tight that I yelped at the searing sensation. Tears stung my
eyes at the torturous pressure as I balled my hands into fists, trying to
resist grabbing at his hand.
I knew that would make my situation worse.
“I saw you. I saw you talking to that prick at the
grocery store. You think I don’t know what you do every hour of the day? Huh?”
He pulled back harder on my head, and tears streamed down my face as I tried
not to scream.
I tried to remember whom I’d talked to at the
grocery store. I had gone there to get a few items, but I didn’t remember
having any conversations.
Unless…
“You mean the guy who took my cart when I was done
putting the groceries in the car?”
He finally released my hair and the relief was
immense. I fell to the floor and rubbed my scalp as he towered over me. I
ignored the desire to scoot away from him because I’d learned the hard way that
it only angered him more. Instead, I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest as
I rocked back and forth.
“Yes, Lucy, the guy who took the cart from you. Do
you realize how bad it looks when you talk to other guys? Good lord, how stupid
can you get?”
He started pacing back and forth, swiping his hands
through his dark blond greasy hair. His footsteps were strong and loud,
especially when he wore those big, ugly, work boots that were always caked with
mud. I did my best to stop shaking and rocking—I needed to appear as calm as
possible. You would think I’d be used to his rage by now, but each time he
assaulted me, it made me shake to my core.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I knew I’d
done nothing wrong. I’d been taught that it was always better to apologize than
to try to explain the situation. I’d been with him for three years, and it was
all I could do to stay sane. The numbness that had taken over my mind and soul
was the only way I survived.
He stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You’re
what?”
I looked into his cold gray eyes. “I’m sorry,” I
said in a louder voice.
He walked toward me and bent to his knees, his ugly
eyes softening somewhat as he took my face in his sandpaper rough hands. I
wanted to cower and throw up, but I looked him in the eye because I knew if I
looked down, it would anger him even more.
“Lucy
Jane, you know I hate having to lash out at you, but you give me no choice. I
can’t have you prancing around town talking to every asshole you see. It makes
me look bad, baby.”
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