Shattered Past # 2
By: Cecy Robson
Releasing Jan 20th, 2015
He’s the campus golden boy. She’s picking up the pieces of her broken past. But in Cecy Robson’s scorching novel of second chances—perfect for readers of Monica Murphy and J. Lynn—their differences only make their connection more explosive.
Every memory Lety Tres Santos has from her childhood comes with a scar—some emotional, some physical. Her father is an abusive drug addict, and her mother enables his destructive behavior. College offers Lety a fresh start . . . until her father finds a way to ruin that, too. Now, after losing her scholarship to kick off junior year, Lety must somehow stay in school, pay tuition, and turn a deaf ear to the whispers that follow her. And she intends to do it all without Brody Quaid’s help.
Brody is a lacrosse star, a 4.0 student—and as a freshman, he fell hard for the beautiful and spirited Lety. But their relationship crashed and burned because he couldn’t break through the walls she’s put up around her heart. With Lety hurting more than ever, Brody strives to win her back and make her believe in real love and true partnership. That will mean opening up secrets locked away in his own past—and trusting someone more than he’s ever dared.
Lety knows how painful it can be to depend on the wrong man. She also knows how much Brody wants to do this the right way. But it takes more than sizzling desire to move on and build a future together.
I smiled, recognizing his voice from the thirty-minute phone interview. “Hi, Dr. Frenen, I’m Lety Tres Santos. May I come in, sir?”
The locks clicked and one door opened as if pulled. I stepped inside, into a three-story foyer with a cream-colored tray ceiling, except there was no one there to greet me. Mahogany wood and deeper cream walls surrounded me. I hesitated, unsure about where I should go and unwilling to wander.
“Here, child. Over here.”
Dr. Frenen waved to me from the top of a sprawling staircase. The interior’s dimension and architecture were so overwhelming, I hadn’t even noticed him until he waved.
I carefully walked across the parquet hardwood floor to the bottom of the stairs. A wheelchair lift waited at the top, its sturdy rails anchored with thick screws and running the length of the staircase.
Dr. Frenen waited behind a heavy wooden gate that matched the dark wood staircase to perfection. A little boy about six clung to his arm, his head poking just above the gate and watching me with inquisitive blue eyes. “Hurry, child. Mr. Moore is waiting.”
I smiled at the little boy, his presence somehow reassuring me that, yeah, I needed to be here, and no, I wouldn’t be eaten. He paused before flashing me a toothy grin. I didn’t know much about the kid, only the brief discussion I’d had with Dr. Frenen, but I already liked him.
Dr. Frenen pointed to an electronic keypad drilled into the post. I hadn’t initially noticed it. Someone had gone to great lengths to add high-tech devices without disturbing the Tudor’s classic elegance.
“Seven thousand, eight hundred, and ninety-one,” Dr. Frenen said, nodding toward the little boy.
“Got it.” He had given me the code in a way the little boy couldn’t understand. I punched in 7-8-9-1 and the gate clicked open.
“Be sure to shut it right away, Lety. Tommy’s balance isn’t always steady and he needs help managing the stairs.”
I shut the gate and knelt down. “You’re Tommy?” He grinned and nodded hard enough to shake his jet-black hair. “I’m Lety. Will you hold my hand, handsome?”
Dr. Frenen smiled when Tommy released him to grasp my fingers. “Well, it’s evident you’re good with children. Let’s see how you are with adults.” He walked ahead of me. “Tommy just turned eight.
“I know Tommy appears younger,” Dr. Frenen added when I glanced his way. “The brain damage he incurred in the motor vehicle accident has affected his growth, development, and speech. Right now, he possesses the mental capacity of a four-year-old and the vocabulary of a toddler. We’re hoping that with the right amount of therapy, he will improve with time.”
“Of course he will.” I turned my arm around in a wide circle and spun him. He giggled and staggered slightly, but I managed to help him keep his balance. He laughed harder when I did it again. “We’re going to have fun. Aren’t we, dude?”
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CECY ROBSON is the New Adult and Contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, and the award winning author of the Weird Girls Urban Fantasy Romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song, despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the South, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
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