I feel his emotions in living color. As if they are my own.
If he’s angry, I rage with him. If he’s grieving, I do too. When he thinks about the past, I’m right there, walking beside him. I am the window to his soul, and yet, in spite of that, he’s a riddle with no solution.
A puzzle with too many missing pieces.
We always want what we can’t have. All I wanted was some peace and quiet. To fall in love with someone untouched by the magic of Woodland Creek. I craved normalcy.
But not as much as I craved him.
When he returns to town a broken hero, there’s no choice to be made. I will reach him when no one else can. Together, we will face a future he doesn’t want.
Why? Because our love is pure magic.
Quinn returns to his hometown after serving in the military. He doesn't return as a hero (at least he doesn't think he is a hero) but as someone who is hiding from his life (or more accurately, he is trying to hide from his nightmares). What he doesn't know, is that his hometown has some secrets itself.
Quinn is written as a realistic man returning from war and the horrible things he saw, did, and went through on the other side of the world. Things he couldn't have ever anticipated and now he is suffering from them. He has nightmares, doesn't like to be called a hero (he really doesn't feel he is one at all), and wants to be left alone.
One morning though, everything is going to change. In a BIG way, a way he didn't anticipate and yet, in a way that impacts everything.
She is a waitress at the diner, and little does he know, the owner as well. She also just happens to be the one back in high school that tutored him in math, and helped him out. Oh, and she is the one that has had a crush on him FOREVER!
Willow is the young woman that was in his life for a reason, they just didn't know it. She is the one person that knows EXACTLY how Quinn feels about everything when he is around. She is hiding something from him though, a secret that could change everything. The question becomes, can they figure out a way through the muck that is all around them.
Honestly, this book tugged at my heart for Quinn, but more for Willow. She is the one that I cried for, cheered for, and felt for through the entire story. She is full of fight, spirit, and more heart than anyone else I had read. Her story isn't an easy one, but it is a story of strength!
He chuckled, low and throaty. “Yeah.”
When I forced my eyes back to his face, I found him carefully watching me as if he was trying to gauge what I was thinking. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Let me help.” My voice was breathless. I needed to get a grip. He was just a man.
A very wet, very handsome, very sexy man. But still just a man. It wasn’t as if I’d never been around a man before.
I blotted at his face with the dry towel, taking care to get the water out of the fuzzies of his beard. The towel slipped from my fingers, but they remained on his face, brushing lightly against the coarse bristly hair. The feel of them against my fingertips was as if someone defibrillated my already racing heart.
I stared at the lips he’d denied me the night before.
They twitched as desire coiled around us, begging one of us to make the first move.
It would have to be him. After last night, I wouldn’t make the first move.
Kiss me, Quinn. Kiss me so I’ll know. Don’t turn away again.
He sat still as a tree, and I held my breath, waiting for him to bend. My hand slipped from his beard and trailed down his neck. Apparently, it hadn’t gotten the memo that we were waiting for Quinn to make the first move.
“Willow?” he muttered.
It was only my name, but it held every question I didn’t want him to ask, every doubt I didn’t want him to acknowledge.
All profits from the sale of DEARBORN (eBook and Print) during the month of November will be donated to the Fisher House, who's efforts ensure that military families can focus on recovery and healing and not worry about expenses. More information about the Fisher House can be found at www.fisherhouse.org.
Jenni Moen lives in her hometown in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the potential to burn the house down at any moment.
When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a short order cook, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and now writing … that are her true escapes.