"McQueen is an intense and emotional storyteller that
will keep your turning the pages all night long." (NYT and USA Today
Bestselling author Liliana Hart)
Hildie McQueen's Even Heroes Cry will melt your heart and
take your breath away. My new favorite romance author. (USA Today Bestselling
author Jamie Lee Scott)
Military vet Adam Ford returns to his hometown a damaged
hero—the war stole his best friend and left him with severe PTSD. Every day is
a challenge as he struggles to reconstruct his life. When a tempting beauty
moves in next door, Adam’s world is turned upside down and he doesn’t
appreciate it.
After losing the love of her life in Iraq, Tesha Washington
runs away from everything she’s ever known and escapes to a small town where
she takes on the challenges of restoring an old Victorian house. Out of
options, she turns to her reclusive neighbor for help.
As Tesha slowly draws Adam out of the shell that used to be a
man, she also learns there really is such a thing as starting over. Together
they discover the healing power of love and a bond to last a lifetime.
Excerpt:
Just as she pressed her finger onto the doorbell one last
time, the door opened and Tesha lost her breath. Her sharp inhale the only
sound for a few seconds.
In the doorway stood the most stunning man she’d ever laid
eyes on. Never again would she roll her
eyes at the mention of the word "breathtaking." His penetrating blue gaze took her in. Didn't
just look at her eyes, but dove into them.
He stood about six foot three, but it was not his height
alone that made him impressive. It was the massive expanse of his shoulders,
the broad muscular chest, thick-corded neck and square jawline. It took a
moment to realize they both stood staring at one another without speaking.
He didn’t seem discomfited at her silence, but stood like a
statue. If not for the barely noticeable lifting and lowering of his chest
she’d think him not real. Long lashed
grey blue eyes met hers. They darkened to a deeper blue and his nostrils flared
just enough to let her know he was attracted. Tesha flushed under the intense
scrutiny, and the raw attraction she felt instantly. The haze in her mind
somewhat lifted and she held her right hand out to him. “Hello. I’m Tesha Washington. Your new
neighbor.”
The eyes moved slowly from her face down to her chest and
finally to her outstretched hand. His much larger hand swallowed hers.
“Adam Ford.” At the touch, her lips parted, but she recovered
enough not to gasp again like a Jane Austen character, and shake his hand. When
he did not release it, she pulled free of his loose grip.
Once again she remained standing, her brain failing to engage
and remember what she’d come over for.
Maybe later it would seem odd that she’d not felt any compulsion to
escape, to put distance between them like she’d done with every man who looked
at her with even remote interest. Since
David's death, any man's attention caused her guilt or awkward discomfort. The
reason things didn't work out with Cleve. But not this man.
A wonderful aroma of oregano, tomato, and garlic tickled her
nose and Tesha sniffed the air. “Something smells amazing.”
Adam looked over his shoulder into the house. It was then she
noticed a kitchen towel draped across it.
“I’m cooking.” His eyes slanted to the floor and then up to her. Surely
it was not meant as flirtation, but the sweep of his lashes made her stomach
flip. He cooked? His throat moved when
he swallowed and cleared it. Each one of the handsome man’s movements sensual,
without meaning to be. Tesha could barely drag her eyes from his throat to meet
his gaze. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to
interrupt whatever you’re doing. I can
come back another time.”
Once again he remained silent, his face stoic except for what
she translated as interest when his gaze roamed from her eyes to her lips. He took an awkward step back. “Please, come
in.”
When he turned to walk, her eyes popped wide at his perfectly
formed behind. Now that was what she
called booty. Her mouth practically watered wondering what it would feel
like to have that under her palms. He wore loose sweatpants
that hung low on his narrow hips, the worn fabric leaving very little to the
imagination. When her mind went there, Tesha secretly thanked God he could not
see her reaction to his tush. Ashamed at her thoughts, she rubbed a hand over
her cheeks and dragged her eyes away to take in the interior of the house.
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Author Bio:
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Amazon bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves action,
love and unusual settings. Author of western historical, Highland historical,
paranormal and contemporary romance, she writes something every reader can
enjoy.
Most days she can be found in her pajamas hiding from
deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the
afternoons she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook.
Hildie's favorite past-times are romance conventions,
traveling, shopping and reading.
She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero
husband Kurt and two unruly boy Chihuahuas and a spoiled rotten girl Chi named
Lola.
Visit her website at www.hildiemcqueen.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HildieMcQueen
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