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SECRETS IN OUR SCARS

Author: Rebecca Trogner

Publication Date: February 7, 2018

Publisher: Rebecca Trogner

Pages: 314

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Find it: Amazon, Goodreads

Description:

On a sweltering summer day, Daisy Aldridge knocks on the wrong door. She’s yanked inside. Trapped and pressed against her only means of escape she spirals into a panic. Years ago she suffered an assault. Alone and afraid, she kept it hidden and dealt with the emotional aftermath in her own way.

But this time she’s not alone. She’s helped by a man who seems vaguely familiar. Roy Blackwood is gorgeous, powerful, and controlled. She tells herself she wants nothing to do with him.

Roy sees through her resistance and is determined to unravel the mysteries of Daisy. He promises to find the identity of her birth parents and unveil the person who leaves her anonymous gifts. And most important of all, earn the love and trust of Daisy Aldridge.

Roy is chewing up the distance between us in long strides.

“Stop chasing me.” I increase my pace to a jog, ignoring the horrific pounding in my head and the way my legs shake like I’ve stepped ashore after months at sea.

Two steps from the van, he sprints past me and opens the door. “I’ll drive you.” Glances at my torn shirt and scowls. “Sit,” he commands, indicating the van’s bench seat.

Is he crazy? I don’t even want to be in the same zip code as him.

As if sensing the problem, he takes two steps back and to the side. “For a moment. To catch your breath.” He rakes his hands through his dark hair. “You shouldn’t have been there. Who sent you to the trailer?”

I tuck the tattered shreds of my shirt under the strap of my sports bra. “So this is my fault,” I spit out. Anger swells and fills the space previously inhabited by fear.

“That’s not what I meant.” His green eyes flash as he smooths his tie. “What a monumental fuckup this is. Look, I’m Roy Blackwood.” He reaches inside his suit coat and withdraws a business card, holding it between two fingers for me to take. “Let me help you.”

I snatch his card and, with as much dignity as I can muster, get behind the wheel.

“Scoot over,” he orders.

Does he believe I’m letting him drive? From the determined set of his jaw, I see he does.

“No.” I grab the door with both hands, yank it shut, and do my best to ignore him. My fingers fumble with the key, and it takes two tries to insert it into the ignition and start the engine. I push in the clutch and jam the stick into first gear.

“Here.” I snatch the invoice from the passenger seat and shove my arm out the window. “Our invoice.”

Rebecca Trogner lives in Virginia with her husband and a passel of adopted pets. Her idea of a good day is copious amounts of coffee, her computer, and no commitments so she can write all day. To find out more about the author visit www.rebeccatrogner.com.