Home at Chestnut Creek

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Published by: Hachette/Grand Central/Forever
Release Date: July 2, 2019
Pages: 624
ISBN13: 978-1538746455

 

Synopsis

Home is where the heart is . . .

First rule of life on the run: never get attached. Nevada Sweet knows that better than anyone— it’s just too dangerous to stay put. And until now, she’s never wanted to. But she gets more than she bargained for when she walks into the Chestnut Creek Café, looking for a job. Despite the protective wall she’s built, her coworker Joseph has her imagining a life she isn’t yet convinced she deserves...

While Unforgiven, New Mexico has always been home, Joseph “Fishing Eagle” King still feels like an outsider—no matter how much he tries to give back to his Navajo community. Beneath all Nevada’s biting wit, he glimpses a similar vulnerability. Against all odds, Joseph finds himself falling for her, and it’s clear she’s not as unaffected as she pretends. When her past finally catches up with her, she’ll have to decide whether to keep running, or fight for what could be hers.

 


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Praise

“Brilliant writing. Just brilliant."
-Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author


Excerpt

“I thought it was just me.” It comes out in a whisper.

I glance over. Her eyes are big, big enough for me to see in them, the innocence and longing she hides so well. It touches me in places I walled off, long ago. She knows who I have been and wants me still. “Oh hell.” I unsnap the seat belt, and it retracts with a clang. I slide across the seat and take her face in my hands. She doesn’t draw back—doesn’t shutter the want in her gaze. When I lower my head, my hair falls, curtaining us. Our lips touch, a tentative bird’s-wing brush. Sweet. I trace her lips with my tongue and she rises, and takes me in. I fall into her, taking what she gives, trying to give something back she could possibly need.

When I realize she’s crushed in my arms, and our breathing is loud in the enclosed space, I loosen my hold, and force myself to back up. “That shouldn’t have happened. Sorry.”

She holds a Cheshire Cat smile. “I’m not.”