Fix You by Carrie Elks
EXCERPT:
Prologue
May
12th
2012
Richard had filled out
nicely since she had last seen him. The thin cotton of his shirt clung to his
biceps, skimming his taut abdomen as it tucked into his dress pants. His hips
were still lean and tight, and she closed her eyes as she tried not to remember
how they had felt between her thighs, as he had moved inside her, breathing
softly in her ear, as she had moaned and whimpered
and—
She shook her head. She
wasn't standing in his large, oak-panelled office just to take a trip down
memory lane, as pleasant as that might be. She had flown here, over three
thousand miles, to tell him what he deserved to
know.
Inappropriate laughter
bubbled up in her throat as she considered the ridiculous melodrama of the
situation. Her 17-year-old self would be rolling her eyes, wondering how this
29-year-old woman had managed to turn a seemingly promising life into a soap
opera.
She glanced up at his
face, looking at his lips, which had turned down into a deep scowl. His eyes had
narrowed beneath his brows, and his straight, patrician, nose was slightly
crinkled in response to her presence.
The contempt he felt
toward her was radiating from him.
Hanna tried to keep her
breathing steady, reminding herself that although she was in his office,
on the penthouse floor of his building, this was her
show.
She was in
control.
If he viewed her with
contempt now, God only knew how he would feel once he'd heard what she had to
say. He had been an integral part of her life for so long—as a friend, a
confidante, even a lover—but never before did he have the power to break
her.
"As nice as it is to see
you," he drawled, the tone of his voice making it patently clear that her being
in his office was anything but nice, "I have a meeting in five minutes. Exactly
what is it that you want?"
He had no idea, but this
was it. Time to open her mouth and tell him what he needed to hear. Her arms
suddenly felt heavy, and her fingers trembled; a physical manifestation of her
nervousness. Her laughter was replaced by something more unsettling, as she
tried to take in a deep breath and form the words that she had travelled all
this way to say.
Her tongue darted out to
moisten her lips. She watched his gaze move down to her mouth, staring at it
with dark eyes, as her teeth drew in her bottom
lip.
"Richard." Her voice was
surprisingly strong. She could do this. She could tell him the truth, and then
get the hell out of here.
Back on a
plane.
Back
home.
Back to
him.
"Richard, we had a
baby."
Author Bio:
Carrie Elks lives near London, England and
writes contemporary romance with a dash of intrigue. At the age of twenty-one
she left college with a political science degree, a healthy overdraft and a
soon-to-be husband. She loves to travel and meet new people, and has lived in
the USA and Switzerland as well as the UK.
An avid social networker, she tries to limit her Facebook and Twitter time to stolen moments between writing chapters. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can usually be found baking, drinking wine or working out how to combine the two.
An avid social networker, she tries to limit her Facebook and Twitter time to stolen moments between writing chapters. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can usually be found baking, drinking wine or working out how to combine the two.
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