“Beautifully Broken Spirit is a beautiful, emotional and memorable friends-to-lovers romance with a dash of intrigue and suspense that ensures you stay on the edge of your seat.”-- Frolic
Beautifully Broken Spirit, an all- new beautiful and emotional standalone in the Sutter Lake Series from Catherine Cowles is available now!
She’s always been his safe place to land.
Jensen has shared a special
bond with Tuck for as long as she can remember, their friendship a language that never needed
words. But as life threw her one curveball after another, that secret language turned to stony
silence.
He’s always been her protector.
Tuck has looked out for Jensen
since the day she was born. As his best friend’s little sister, he’s tried to keep her firmly in the
friend
category. But she’s always been more.
All it takes is one moment of
weakness to send Tuck’s fiercely guarded walls crumbling to the ground. As a new fire burns
between them, someone watches. Someone who doesn’t like the new life Jensen’s building for
herself.
And they’ll stop at nothing to keep her in the dark.
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Excerpt
“Hey, Little J.”
My entire world seemed to tunnel as my vision went black, and
my knees buckled.
“Shit!” Strong hands caught me before I could hit the floor. I
blinked rapidly as Tuck’s face came into focus. His expression was full of worry. “Are you okay?”
He settled me into one of the café chairs.
My stomach pitched. “I’m fine. Just got up too fast. You startled
me.”
Tuck’s brow furrowed. “The door was unlocked.”
“Well, I thought I’d locked it.”
Tuck let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a
growl of frustration. “You need to be more careful. Anyone could’ve come in here, and you
wouldn’t have even known. Just because we live in a small town doesn’t mean you shouldn’t
take precautions.”
I pinned him with a stare that should’ve had him taking a step
back. “I know that. Believe me, I of all people fucking know that.”
Tuck winced. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I waved him off. “I know.” I pushed up to stand, but the world
turned wobbly again, and Tuck pressed me back into the chair.
“Oh, no, you don’t. When’s the last time you had something to
eat?”
I tried to think back. I guess I had missed lunch. “A granola bar
in the car on the way to drop Noah off at school?”
This time Tuck did growl. “You need to take better care of
yourself.”
My skin prickled. “I take fine care of myself, you big
behemoth.”
“I’m not seeing a whole lot of evidence of that lately. You take
care of everyone but yourself.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he kept right on going. “You stay right
here while I go fix you a snack.” Tuck pinned me with a hard gaze. “You move a muscle, and I
will paddle your ass.”
My jaw came unhinged, but simmering heat pooled low in my
belly. My hands fisted. What the hell?
Before I could regain any semblance of the ability
to speak, Tuck had turned on his heel and strode towards the kitchen. Had I actually hit my
head? Was I now in some sort of coma-induced alternate universe where Tuck threatened to
spank me? And why the hell did some part of me like the idea?
I was clearly in some sort of hunger-induced brain misfire. That
was the only reasonable explanation. I did all kinds of crazy stuff when I went too long without
sustenance. Yes, those crazy things were generally something like eating an entire pan of
brownies in one sitting. They weren’t typically the burning desire to climb one of my best friends
since birth like a tree. But hunger could make you do lots of insane things.
Tuck emerged from the kitchen juggling a plate with the largest
sandwich I’d ever seen and a tall glass of what looked like apple juice. He came towards me
with what I could only describe as a swagger. Had his hips always moved like that when he
walked?
Don’t get me wrong, I knew Tuck was attractive. Hot even. I’d
had the requisite crush on him throughout my middle school years and even into high school.
But he had always treated me like a little sister. Someone he liked hanging with. But never once
had he given me even a single hint that he was interested in more than friendship. And I’d
grown up. I’d put him firmly in the big-brother category. So, why, all of a sudden, was my body
reacting to him?
It had to be my dry spell. Could it even be called that if it was as
dry and vast as the Sahara? I needed to get laid and stat. Because the last thing I needed was
to fall for a guy who was a walking one-night stand.
About Catherine
Writer of words. Drinker of Diet
Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a
book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories.
When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true
crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.
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