Summary-
Nora O’Brien chased a dream from Indiana to Scotland, so sure it was the right thing to do. Three years later she was left in her adopted country with nothing to her name but guilt and regret.
Until Aidan Lennox entered her life.
Older, worldlier, a music producer and composer, the sexy Scot should never have made sense for Nora. But somehow, in each other, they found the light they were looking for, the laughter and the passion—the strength to play on despite their past losses.
But when life dealt Aidan another unlucky hand, instead of reaching for her he disappeared. The agonizing loss of him inspired something within Nora. It fired her spirit— the anger and hurt pushing her forward to take control and reach for her dreams.
Finally pursuing a career on stage while she put herself through college, everything is how Nora wants it. She’s avoiding heartbreak and concentrating on her goals.
Sounds easy but it’s not. Because Aidan is back. And for some reason he hates Nora.
He’s determined to be at war with her. And she has absolutely no idea why.
Until Aidan Lennox entered her life.
Older, worldlier, a music producer and composer, the sexy Scot should never have made sense for Nora. But somehow, in each other, they found the light they were looking for, the laughter and the passion—the strength to play on despite their past losses.
But when life dealt Aidan another unlucky hand, instead of reaching for her he disappeared. The agonizing loss of him inspired something within Nora. It fired her spirit— the anger and hurt pushing her forward to take control and reach for her dreams.
Finally pursuing a career on stage while she put herself through college, everything is how Nora wants it. She’s avoiding heartbreak and concentrating on her goals.
Sounds easy but it’s not. Because Aidan is back. And for some reason he hates Nora.
He’s determined to be at war with her. And she has absolutely no idea why.
EXCERPT-
Despite
Seonaid’s warning that I couldn’t keep my feelings
bottled up, I tried very hard to convince myself that I was okay with how
things had played out with Aidan. That I needed to be okay so I could go on
living my life in perfect contentment. While he gallivanted around the theater
with his beautiful women and horse-assery.
Finding my Zen, however, was
proving more difficult than I’d thought. I was a bundle of confused feelings.
At war with myself.
So it wasn’t any wonder I reacted
the exact opposite of how I’d hoped when Aidan finally confronted me in
private.
Having to meet up with another
student to work on an assignment we had for a tutorial, I hadn’t seen any point
in heading home to Sighthill only to have to return to Tollcross for rehearsal.
I’d grabbed a salad from a shop on Potterrow, and walked to the theater. I was
ninety minutes early so no one was there. Thankfully, Quentin was usually at
the theater during the day so the doors were open. When I got inside the
auditorium, however, it was pitch black.
“Quentin?” I called out. “Are you
here?”
My voice echoed.
Nothing.
“Anyone?”
But the silence told me I was
alone. I wondered if Quentin had accidentally left the theater unlocked. I’d
need to let him know.
Switching on the stage lights to
make me not feel like I was about to become part of a horror movie, I found my
way into an empty dressing room.
Eating my salad, I worked on a
paper, waiting for the minutes to tick by.
A noise far off in the distance
made me still like a rabbit caught in headlights. I cocked my head, listening,
and sure enough, footsteps approached. Blood rushed in my ears as my pulse
raced. I then cursed myself for being freaked out when it was obviously a cast
member who was—I glanced at my watch—an hour early.
I waited, and the dressing room door
I had left slightly ajar squeaked open.
My breath caught at the sight of
Aidan filling the doorway.
He crossed his arms and his
ankles and leaned against the jamb, staring at me dispassionately.
All I could do was stare back, my
emotions whirling in a mess of feelings, like a tornado, with no thought to
what it was sucking up into its wind funnel. “What are you doing here?” I
finally said, my voice hoarse.
“I was sitting in the coffee shop
across the way and I saw you come in.”
“You followed me?”
“I argued with myself about it
for a while. But aye.”
Adrenaline coursed through me and
made my hands shake. I curled them into fists and hoped I looked back at him
with as much boredom as he was bestowing upon me. “Why?”
“Curiosity.” He shrugged.
“Curiosity?”
“Were you always such a heartless
robot and I was just too fucking blind to see it?”
I flinched, knowing this was the
moment I should tell him that Laine had lied to me. But I couldn’t get the
words out. I wanted to and I didn’t want to.
So fear of him hating me and fear
of him loving me left me in some kind of exasperated, frustrated no-man’s land.
I shot to my feet. “If you came here to use me as your emotional punching bag,
you can leave,” I hissed.
His eyes flashed and he pushed
off the jamb, coming into the room. For the first time, I hated that I had to
tip my head back to look up at him. “Not before I tell you what I really think
of you, Nora, instead of hiding it behind the subterfuge of giving a fuck what
happens with this play.”
“Aidan—”
“You are the biggest coward I’ve
ever met in my life. You’re weak and emotionally defunct. What’s worse is how
fucking manipulative you are—”
“Aidan—”
“I’ve never met anyone who had me
so fucking fooled!” His chest heaved as his cool fled in the wake of his rage. “You
lied and strung me along, fled when the going got tough, not once but goddamn
twice, and I’m the idiot who let you do that to me.”
“Aidan—”
“But rest assured, Nora, you are
the last woman who is ever going to make a fool out of me. I see you now. Who you
really are. A fucked-up, selfish, self-involved, immature little—”
Whatever horrible thing he was
going to call me next, I swallowed it in my kiss. Unable to bear his contempt
any longer, but not knowing how to make it stop, I went with my gut.
And my gut told him to grab his
T-shirt in my fists and use it to haul him down to my mouth.
What a mistake.
Because I remembered him now.
I remembered how beautiful he
felt.
So when his hands gripped my
forearms and tried to pry me off, I let him, only to slide my arms around his
neck and cling on tighter, kissing him in desperation.
He
grunted and grabbed my arms again and just as I feared he would shove me away,
he broke. Aidan jerked me closer, his mouth opening under mine, his tongue
searching for my tongue.
Quite abruptly, he was in charge.
About
Samantha Young:
Samantha
Young is the New York Times,
USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author of adult contemporary romances, including the On Dublin Street series and Hero, as well as the New Adult duology Into the Deep and Out
of the Shallows. Every Little
Thing, the second book in her new Hart’s
Boardwalk series, will be published by Berkley in March 2017.
Before turning to contemporary fiction, she wrote several young adult
paranormal and fantasy series, including the amazon bestselling Tale of Lunarmorte trilogy. Samantha’s
debut YA contemporary novel The Impossible Vastness of Us was
published by Harlequin TEEN in ebook& hardback June 2017. Play On is an
adult contemporary romance and the first in a brand new series set in Scotland.
Samantha
has been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award 2012 for Best Author and
Best Romance for On Dublin Street,
Best Romance 2014 for Before Jamaica
Lane, and Best Romance 2015 for Hero. On Dublin Street, a #1 bestseller
in Germany, was the Bronze Award Winner in the LeserPreis German Readers
Choice Awards for Best Romance 2013, Before
Jamaica Lane the Gold Medal Winner for the LeserPreis German Readers
Choice Awards for Best Romance 2014 and Echoes of Scotland Street the Bronze Medal Winner for the
LeserPreis German Readers Choice Awards for Best Romance 2015.
Samantha
is currently published in 30 countries and is a #1 international bestselling
author.
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