Cover Artist: Boroughs Art Department
After three agonizing years of surgeries and rehab. U.S. Army veteran Jason Donahue is ready to leave the Iraq War in the past and rejoin society. Yet, no matter the success he achieves at work, people wince every time they see him.
Everyone but Emily Riley. From the first, the beautiful redhead looks past his disfigurement and sees him. In return, Jason wants to buy her everything she deserves, starting with her dream home and going from there. Yet Emily has scars of her own, a past she’s not ready to reveal. Only when they both come clean, when they view each other through eyes of trust and love, will they know that, when a good man and a good woman give each other their heart, the two will always have more than enough.
EXCERPT
“Well, that explains it, then,” Mr. Harrington said.
“Explains what, Mr. Harrington?” Jason was puzzled and didn’t even try to hide it.
“Why you’re so interested in Emily. She and that money of hers could go a long way toward helping you catch up financially, as you put it.”
Jason felt the blood drain from his head. Emily exchanged a frantic look with her sister. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered. “What did you say?”
“I said that Emily and that money of hers could go a long way.”
Jason just stared at the old man for a minute. “What money, Mr. Harrington?”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, young man. The trust fund. The Harrington trust fund. She’s bound to have told you about it.”
He lifted his chin and looked the old man in the eye. “I didn’t know Emily had a trust fund. She’s never mentioned it to me.” He looked at Emily across the table. “You’ve never said a word, Emily. Have you?”
About the author:
Author of twenty five romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time.
The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in Tennessee and Georgia.
She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”
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