We are proud to present Train Wreck by Elise Faber! This is a standalone contemporary romance with a “happy ever after” ending.
Title: Train Wreck
Author: Elise Faber
Release Date: May 31, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance (standalone, happy ever after)
Editors: Kay Springsteen, Julie Sherwood
Cover Designer: Jena Brignola
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34730793-train-wreck
Tour Presented by: TripleA Publishing Services
1. A chaotic or disastrous situation.
2. An utter catastrophe or mess.
3. A devastating calamity or source of trouble.
4. Pepper O’Brien.
As the daughter of a famed film producer, Pepper O’Brien is Hollywood royalty.
Also, her life sucks.
Because, unfortunately for her, the old adage is true: money can’t buy everything—including grace, true love, or the ability to not screw up every single opportunity her life has brought her.
After her latest disaster, Pepper moves across the country to start over but, as usual, her life has other plans, namely in the form of Derek Cashette, her former teenage crush and now ridiculously handsome friend of her older brother.
Derek is determined to salvage the train wreck of her life and Pepper’s determined not to let him. Her life is her problem and, dammit, why can’t she be her own hero?
But sometimes fate has other plans. Or maybe it’s hormones. Especially when her rescuer comes with a killer smile, a chest Thor would be jealous of, and a butt that any girl just wants to—
The door was open a crack and she paused before entering the hall, listening hard. Had he left?
But no, she heard the rumble of the dryer just off the kitchen, a soft curse as something clinked in the kitchen.
“Suck it up, Pepper,” she whispered and strode into the hall.
And if her footsteps slowed to a crawl outside the kitchen then that was just because the sight of Derek standing in nothing more than a towel as he raided her fridge had frozen her in place.
She must have made a noise. Hell, it was probably a gasp. His body clothed was one thing. His body in just a towel . . .
Holy pigs in a blanket.
Funnily, the dimples were the last thing on her mind. Or at least the ones that graced his cheeks . . . err, his northern cheeks. The ones winking at her from the top of the towel, hinting at the biteable ass beneath? That set was definitely front and center in her brain.
He spun around and—freaking rainbows, kittens, and cotton candy—the front was as good as the back.
And the towel. Thank you sweet baby Jesus for that puny excuse of a towel.
Long limbs, a V above his hips, flat abs, a squeezable set of pecs.
Mine, her mind said. Grabby hands all day long.
“Pepper?” he asked. “Are you—?”
No words. Her tongue wasn’t capable of them at the moment. Not when it was glued to the roof of her mouth, not when every nerve in her body had come to screaming attention and was demanding that she launch herself at him.
But she managed to restrain herself.
She didn’t jump Derek or mark him, didn’t stake an obvious claim to the universe that he was hers.
She was a lady. She had restraint.
Instead, she closed the distance between them and snatched the towel from his waist.
See? She could control herself.
Then Pepper glanced down. “Oh.”
One of his hands shot out, covering himself with a half-gallon carton of milk. “It’s drafty
in front of the fridge. Cold—”
Pepper didn’t let him finish. Because her “oh” hadn’t been in disappointment. No, the exclamation had been one of reverence. The man did it for her. Everywhere.
Stomach bug? What stomach bug? Weak? Hell no, she wasn’t. Or not any longer.
Her blood pumped, adrenaline surged. She could lift a car, a building.
She managed restraint before. Now that restraint was gone. Now she launched herself into Derek’s arms.
“Your allergies make you burst into sudden tears?” he asked when she sniffed again.
“At the sight of you?” She glared. “Yes. Sudden and unexplained tears are common.”
A drop of moisture hung on the edge of her lashes.
Derek wanted to reach forward to brush it away.
Pepper jumped to her feet and turned for the house, leaving him standing on the deck feeling incredibly unsure of himself.
She was in the doorway, still glaring, still beautiful as hell.
He raised a brow.
“Well, come inside already.”
He watched her as she whirled around, her bright red hair fanning out behind her like a cape, drawing his gaze down, down . . . too far down.
Derek swallowed, forced his eyes away from the shorts so barely there they were nearly obscene.
This was a terrible idea.
It was the lipstick that pushed him over the edge. Fire engine red. F*cking kissable.
He reeled her in, silky skin beneath his palms, soft curves against his chest, jasmine and vanilla in his nose.
He leaned down.
“Don’t.” A whisper. A plea.
His mouth was a centimeter from hers and those four letters painted his lips. Moist breath. Hot air. She might as well already be kissing him for how effectively that puff owned him.
“I shouldn’t,” he agreed.
“You shouldn’t.” Another breath, another chink in what was fast-becoming a non-existent resistance to Pepper.
Those emerald eyes were brimming with heat, her skin was flushed, her body pressing against his.
But she’d said no.
And so he released her.
Pepper’s eyes slid closed, shuttering that warmth, and she released a shaky breath. “I can’t, Derek.”
His body was on fire, but he nodded.
Eyes opened, sadness in place of desire. The swap was a punch to the gut. “I could never be what you need.”
Gripping the shoes in one hand, Pepper turned and ran barefoot down the beach.
She was gone so fast that she couldn’t have heard him when he said, “I just need you to be you.”
Aside from writing bestselling romances, Elise’s passions are chocolate, Star Wars, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team, the Sharks, are playing).
She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice.
Elise is the mom to two exuberant boys and is thoroughly addicted to Dancing with the Stars.
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