It's release day for Where There's Faith, Fairfield Corners Book 3
A past she can't remember. A love he can't forget.
After hitting rock bottom, Robert Newlin embraced sobriety and tried to live his life quietly and alone at his family’s lake cottage. Blaming himself for the accident that claimed his wife and unborn baby, he spent most of his time alone and grieving until Faith moved into the cottage next door.
Faith McMillan had no memory of her life before that day three years ago. The physical scars had faded but the emotional ones were still fresh and raw. Living rent-free seemed like a great way to finish her second book and would give her the time to figure out her next move. But then she met the reclusive guy next door.
Robbie and Faith – can two broken people who vowed to live their lives alone find happiness together?
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Unfazed by the pounding on the door, Robbie rubbed the sandpaper over the wood, enjoying the rhythm of the song and the satiny smoothness of the wood under his hands. Creating the handmade memory boxes out of blocks of wood soothed his soul better than the oblivion he had tried to find at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. The music blasted through his workshop and its open windows, his way of shutting out the world that no longer had her in it. His attention was focused on this special container for his soon-to-be niece or nephew; he still needed to find the right design for the lid. Ragan had cried when he gave her the one for Skylar with the guitar and music notes carved into it.
The rumble of his stomach convinced him it was time to stop for lunch. He grabbed his shirt off the hook by the door, marveling at the seventy-degree day in October in northeast Indiana. According to the forecast on the news earlier that day, the weather would turn more seasonable later that afternoon, bringing in the cold and rain.
The change in temperatures brought thoughts of Thanksgiving. He grimaced at the idea of the holiday in a few short weeks; it would be his first big family holiday since that day back in May when he had hit rock bottom and almost died because of it.
Pulling the door open, he stepped back just as a woman fell towards him. He frowned while grabbing her arms to keep her from collapsing inward, the contact with her skin stirring something he wanted to keep buried. His hands dropped to his sides when he was sure she was steady. “What do you want?” he said with a scowl as he crossed his arms. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“Hi,” she said as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Faith McMillan. I’ll be staying next door for the next few months.”
“I’ve got things to do. Did you come here for a reason?”
She frowned at his brusqueness. “I just wanted to ask you to turn down the music a couple of notches. I’m trying to work, and it’s distracting me.”
“No.” He crowded her out the door and closed it behind him. Striding toward his house, he turned and saw her standing there with her mouth hanging open. “This is private property, I suggest you leave.”
He watched as she stomped back to the Romero’s. Just what he didn’t need, a beautiful distraction. At least, when the weather turned, he wouldn’t be subjected to the sight of her in those shorts with her long, tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. Maybe she would stay indoors where she wouldn’t disturb him.
Author Bio:L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
L.A. Remenicky is a wife and mother of two fur kids. An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.
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