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About MIDNIGHT VALENTINE
True love never dies.Megan and Cassidy were childhood sweethearts who thought they would be together forever. Fate had other plans. Soon after they were married, Cass’s life was tragically cut short. Still grieving her soul mate five years later, Megan moves to the small town of Seaside, Oregon, hoping to rebuild her life.
Her first night there, she meets the town recluse, Theo. Withdrawn, guarded, and mysteriously silent since a terrible accident left him scarred, Theo takes an instant and inexplicable dislike to Megan. But as their paths cross again and again, Megan becomes convinced there’s more to Theo than meets the eye.
When she discovers the reason for his silence, his nightmares, and especially his pointed dislike, Megan becomes convinced of something far more astonishing.
Is a second chance at a once-in-a-lifetime love possible, or is a broken heart the cruelest kind of liar?
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Read an excerpt from MIDNIGHT VALENTINE:
“Hi, there, Megan, this is Coop.”
“Hi, Coop. What’s up?”
Long, awkward pause.
“Uh…I’m still standin’ outside your house.”
I walk to the windows, and there he is, out on the sidewalk
near his truck.
“Are you having car problems?”
“No, I’m, uh, just waitin’ on Theo. He’s comin’ out to see
you. I texted him what you said, and, uh…” Coop clears his throat. “Well,
anyway, he’s on his way. I thought I’d give you a heads-up.”
The circus never stops with this guy. “That’s unfortunate, Coop,
because I just got off the phone with Craig from Capstone. He’s going to handle
the job.”
Coop scoffs. “Craig? That self-important S.O.B.? You like
flushin’ your money down the toilet?”
“No, I don’t. Which is why I negotiated a discount.”
“Lemme guess. He probably quoted you…” He thinks for a
moment, looking up at the house, then names a number which is only a few
hundred dollars off from Craig’s quote, which is very irritating.
“You seem like a nice guy, Coop, but this conversation is
pointless, considering your boss has no interest in working with me.”
“I never said that,” he says quickly. Our gazes meet through
the window. I see how serious he is suddenly, his easy grin nowhere in sight.
“I wasn’t going to tell him you did,” I say, sensing this is
somehow a matter of great importance.
When Coop blows out a breath, looking relieved, my hunch is
proven right. Before I can say anything else, however, he straightens, looking
down the street.
“He’s here.” He flashes me a look full of warning, then
hangs up, steps out into the street, and holds up a hand.
Fascinated, I watch as a classic Mustang slowly rolls up the
street, engine rumbling. It’s black, with windows tinted so dark I can’t see inside,
and chrome wheels that gleam in the sun. The car stops in the middle of the
street, then Coop walks over and bends down to the driver’s side window.
Several minutes pass and Coop is still standing there,
talking to Theo. Or drawing pictures or whatever it is he does to communicate
with Mr. Incommunicado.
“What the hell is it with this guy?” I mutter, growing more
irritated by the moment.
Finally Coop straightens and the Mustang pulls up to the
curb. The engine shuts off. I want to look away, but I’m rooted to the spot,
staring out the front parlor window, waiting for what feels like an eternity
until the driver’s door opens and Theo steps out.
Black hair.
It’s my first thought when his broad shoulders rise up over
the roof of the car. I’ve only seen him in a raincoat, his head covered, but
now I see he has a lot of thick, black hair, the length past the collar of his
leather jacket. It’s messy. Windswept and untamed, like he only ever combs it
with his fingers.
When he turns and looks toward the house, it’s like he knew
exactly where I was standing. Our eyes meet with the sensation of a key fitting
into a lock: a smooth, inevitable click.
A tremor runs through me, something close to fear but more
primal, a pulse of restless energy that makes me want to break into a run.
I’ve never met anyone with more naked emotion in his eyes.
His face is stony, but his eyes burn with a thousand unspoken things, all of
which are dark.
I resist the urge to step back. We stare at each other until
it becomes uncomfortable. I move first, turning to head to the front door,
taking deep breaths to calm the sudden throbbing of my heart.
When I open the door, Coop and Theo are walking up the brick
pathway toward the porch. Coop is in the lead, smiling nervously. “Hi, Megan!”
he calls, as if he hasn’t seen me in forever.
“Hi, Coop. Long time no see.”
Coop ambles up the steps onto the porch that wraps around
the front of the house, but Theo stops at the first step and looks at me, as if
for permission.
“Sure, Dracula,” I say drily, unamused by this strange
situation. “You’re welcome to come in. I’ll put away the garlic and crosses.”
A muscle in his jaw flexes. He doesn’t look amused, either.
He steps slowly up, one big boot at a time, until he’s on the porch and I have
to look up as he walks toward me with thunderclouds churning over his head. He
stops a few feet away and stares down at me as Coop looks back and forth
between us, visibly worried.
But I can’t pay attention to Coop anymore. Not with the boiling
cauldron standing in front of me. The rumbling mountain of magma about to blow.
The seething pool of silent emotions clad in a leather jacket and jeans. If I
were a cop, I’d arrest this guy on the spot for disturbing the peace. All by
himself, he’s a riot threatening to destroy the entire town.
On the left side of his neck, a snarl of scar tissue peeks
over the collar of his shirt. His nose was broken once and not fixed well.
There’s a ragged white scar above his left eyebrow that disappears into his
hairline, and he walks with a barely perceptible limp, favoring his left side.
And those dark, dark eyes. God, how they burn.
Whatever the accident was that he was involved in, it’s left
its mark on this man, in more ways than one.
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