Series: Wreck Me #3
Published by J.L. Mac Books on 10th January 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
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For the first time in her life, 25-year-old Josephine Geroux has a future worth looking forward to. She has her beloved bookstore, she has all the comforts that money can buy, she has found the love of her life, and most importantly, she has found hope where there was none for 16 long years.
After the tragic deaths of her parents and her troubled life as an orphan, she met Damon Cole, a man who has everything to do with it all. He’s part of the reason for her wrecked life, but he’s also the reason that her heart has been restored. He’s her future and the exact reason that she’s so willing to fight the demons from his past that threaten the very future that she so desperately seeks.
In the final book of the Wrecked series, Jo is confronted with a turbulent history that has her negotiating the twists and turns that end up being far more difficult to handle than she ever could have anticipated. Jo’s relationship with enigmatic Damon is delicate at best, especially after she inadvertently discovers details about his life that may have been better left buried.
Since Damon’s dark past has remained hidden for so long, Jo’s investigation puts her dangerously close to jeopardizing her already fragile relationship with the man she loves.
Jo has a promising future at her fingertips; she must decide if revealing the truth to Damon is a gamble she’s willing to take. With so much at stake, acceptance proves to be Jo’s greatest battle to date.
Someone knocks lightly on the door. Speak of the devil. Damon swings it open and takes one look at the shit on the floor then at the two of us and shakes his head.
“Might I ask what you two are up to?”
“Pimpin’ Grams’ walker,” I answer just as plainly as Grams explained to me.
“I see.” He nods and holds back a smile, stuffing his big paws into the pockets of his pants. Damn, he’s beautiful. It’s the greatest kind of irony looking at my Big Man. He’s beautiful in every way, charming and driven and generous, yet he was born out of pure evil.
I’m quick to chase away that train of thought. I eye the tape closely as I wrap it carefully around the flashlight, fastening it to the front rail of Grams’ walker and tucking down all the sticky pieces. Two more strips and it’s done.
“There.” I smile at Grams and set her walker upright in front of her. “Now you’ve got a headlight.”
“Beautiful!” Grams declares. “I’ll call it the One-Eyed Beast.”
“Please don’t,” I quickly respond, choking down a giggle.
Grams smiles slyly and sits back in her chair thinking up better names, no doubt.