Book Title: The Light Between Us
Author: Beth Morey
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 14, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Synopsis
For twenty-something Boston
school teacher Ruth, she's gotten by just fine on playing it safe, thank you
very much. But now her risk-free life and nice-girl demeanor are leaving her
increasingly heartsick. So when she meets bad boy Derek, she's willing to
overlook her “no romance” rule and give him a chance to prove her fears wrong. Because
he, also, is plagued by a sense of ennui and pointlessness, wanting to change
his fast-and-loose living but not knowing how.
Neither can deny the
inexplicable, illogical attraction drawing them together, and they are
hard-pressed to resist it. But what will their unlikely relationship cost, and
who will be caught in the crossfire?
The Light Between Us is a sassy
and sensual romp. Part love story, part comedy of errors, part and coming of
age tale, The Light Between Us is a delicious read for fans of the romance and
new adult genres alike.
"The Light Between Us is a
raw and powerful love story about forgiveness and learning to trust our
instincts. Sexy and intense, I couldn't put this novel down and wished, at the
last chapter, for more." - H. Mattern, author of Saving Katie Baker.
EXCERPT
Derek placed
his hand over hers where it rested on the table. She stared at the sight of his hand on
hers. Was this really happening? The hottest guy in the bar – no, the hottest
guy in ever – was interested in her? Was
touching her? She wasn't sure if she
should be flattered or suspicious.
To hell with should, she told
herself firmly.
Then he looked Ruth squarely in the
eye and – her mouth fell open – drawing her hand to his mouth, placed a warm
kiss on its back.
She froze. She was probably meant to find the gesture
alluring, she knew, but all she could think of was how her father used to kiss
her mother's hand in just the same way when he wanted her to shut up, to quit
nagging him or wanting him to take her out or put his dirty socks in the damn
hamper already. And her mother would
always, always fall silent, her voice somehow smothered by an act that should
have been one of love, and instead had become one of dominance, of distance.
Ruth felt her face twist in
revulsion. She refused to be the silent
– no, silenced – partner in any relationship, no matter how superficial.
“I'm sorry.” She sprang to her feet, sure that her whole
face shone crimson but not much caring.
“I have to go. My friends – they
– sorry . . .” Ruth wheeled away, not caring
to finish making her thin excuses.
When her friends noticed her
approach, their faces lit, then quickly fell when they noticed her expression.
“Ruth, are you okay?” Padme asked,
sitting bolt upright.
“You look like you're going to
puke,” said Maddie. “What the hell
happened? Do you need me to go kick that
sleazebag in the nuts for you?”
Ruth shook her head. “No, nothing happened.” He's just probably a slime ball. Like every other guy in ever, she added
mentally. She grabbed her coat and her
purse.
“But . . . at least let us walk you
to the T,” Cecelia said, moving to follow her.
She drew a deep breath, feeling a
pressing need to get out of the bar's stuffy clamor, alone. “No, I'm fine. Really, you should stay. I'll get a cab.” She paused.
“I just need some fresh air and then my bed.”
“Well, if you're sure,” Padme said,
face twisted with concern. “Text me when you get home, so I know you're safe?”
Ruth nodded and ducked through the
crowd, keeping her eyes away from the table where Derek still sat. Probably
thinking I'm the biggest ass of all time, she thought, rolling her eyes. But as
she shoved out the door into the pleasantly cool autumn night, she couldn't
help but throw one more glance his way. She started – he was staring right back
with a hurt expression on his face.
She'd hurt him? Could she really
possess this power? She couldn't fathom it.
Ruth shook
off the shock and kept moving. Outside, she stood on the sidewalk, breathing
deep, feeling her lungs expand more fully out in the fresh air, gulping the
crisp scent of fall down to her depths.
What the
hell was wrong with her? Could she have misread his gesture? A perfectly fine –
no, a perfectly fine – man had showed an interest in her, and she'd gone
running for the hills at the tiniest trigger?
About the author
Beth writes, paints, and dreams in Montana. She is the author of the creative healing workbook Life After Eating Disorder, and is the owner of Epiphany Art Studio. In addition to her quirky little family and her three naughty dogs, Beth is in love with luscious color, moon-gazing, and dancing wild. She writes soul into flesh at www.bethmorey.com.
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