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Unbearable Guilt by Emma Grayson
Genre:Contemporary Romance
Release date: February 24th, 2014
Kane Archer hasn’t always
been tormented; he hasn’t always hated himself or been full of rage. He hasn’t
always lived his life with an overpowering sense of guilt that threatens to
destroy him.
There was a time
when his life was different. He was optimistic; he smiled and laughed; he loved
passionately; he had it all.
Kane was
content—until the unthinkable took it all away.
Two and a half
years later and still reeling from his fiancée’s death, Kane returns to the one
place he vowed he’d never visit again—Camden—with the promise to find the men
who killed her and bring them to justice, regardless of the cost.
Emotionally numb,
stricken by guilt, and haunted by the events preceding Aimee’s death, the last
thing Kane wanted was to meet someone he connected with; someone who made him
feel again.
As Kane gets
closer to those responsible for Aimee’s death, he is thrown a curveball when he
discovers a secret so devastating it rocks his world and threatens to destroy his
chance at happiness.
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hitney Jareau packed up her
life when tragedy struck her family, leaving everything behind. Finally free
from the persistent and domineering family that insisted she do the one thing
she couldn’t, Whitney found peace in Camden.
Two years later,
her family wants her to come home and will stop at nothing to get her there. Wearing
her heart on her sleeve for Kane Archer, a man so gorgeous it hurts to see the
pain he carries, Whitney fights her family and refuses to return home to carry
out their wishes.
Can Whitney stay
strong without giving in to the demands of her family?
Can Kane let go
of the past and move forward with the woman who brought him back to life?
Or, will he walk
away from her and carry the burden of
UNBEARABLE GUILT
Next thing he was gone, and I could almost breathe
again. As it became easier to breathe, I rolled and pulled myself to my feet,
and then looked around to see where the girl was. I saw her a couple of feet
away, sitting on the ground with her shirt pulled tightly around her, and her
knees to her chest. As I made my way towards her, the sounds of fighting echoed
behind me, making me stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder.
I watched as Kane punched the guy across the face and
he stumbled backwards. Kane then took a step forward and grabbed the guy,
throwing him to the side like it was nothing. The guy fell to the ground and
quickly tried to scramble away, but Kane’s boot meeting with his ribs stopped
him.
The guy stopped moving, his hand finding the spot where
Kane had kicked him. I watched Kane walk over and stand over him. The guy spit,
his body jerking to the side to move, but Kane anticipated his move and his
foot found the other side of his rib cage. The guy’s painful howl echoed
throughout the alleyway.
As I stumbled over to the girl, I noticed Kessel
crouched down next to her, making sure she was all right. Ignoring the
dizziness in my head and the Jell-O like feeling in my legs, I crouched down
next to her.
“You okay, hun?” I asked, hissing in pain as I
unzipped my hoodie then wrapped it around her shoulders.
“I think so, h—he didn’t, y—you got here j—just in
time,” she croaked out, pulling my hoodie around her tighter.
And thank God.
I closed my eyes and nodded, feeling relieved.
“Thank you, you . . . didn’t have to d—do that.”
“Yes I did.”
I knew I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself
if I hadn’t. If it had been me, and someone had heard and knew I was there, I
would have wanted them to save me, and not just leave me there to try and fight
him away myself and let the inevitable happen.
“Are you okay?” the girl asked, looking me over.
I nodded, reassuring her. “Yeah, I’m just—ouch, what
the hell!” I exclaimed when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
When I turned, I was met with a pair of dark, blazing
green eyes that sliced into me like a knife in butter.
Oh boy.
Holy shit!
Kane was pissed.
No, he was beyond pissed.
He was furious. If we were in a cartoon, I was sure he’d
be foaming from the mouth as steam blew out from his ears.
His grip around my arm tightened, not enough to hurt
me, but enough to keep me in place and unable to move away from him.
“What the fuck was
that?” he bit out through gritted teeth.
“Kane, I’m fine—”
“Don’t!” he barked. “What the fuck was going through your head that made you think that was a
smart idea? What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, glaring at me, his jaw
tightly clenched. His eyes were dark and the size of dimes.
“I wasn’t,” I said, pulling my arm free from his
grasp. “And stop looking at me like that. There was no other choice, I couldn’t
just leave her—I had to do something.”
“You could
have been hurt—more than you are,” he said, looking over my face before his
eyes dropped down over my body. “Or worse; what if we didn’t get here in time?
Then what? Were you just going to roll around on the ground until someone
came?”
“I wasn’t worried,” I told him, the cool night air
blowing across my bear arms as I crossed them over my chest. “I knew you’d get
here like you said.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” he retorted, his angry
face inching closer to mine.
As my face moved towards his, I could see his chest
heaving up and down like he was fighting to stay in control. “Yes, I do,” I whispered
firmly, my eyes dead-set with his.
Neither of us said another word. We just stood a foot
apart with our eyes locked, staring each other down.
He was livid. I could see it in his taut body and
through his eyes as they blazed back at me, but there was something else there
along with the anger, something that I could feel radiating off him and
swirling around us like a giant storm cloud.
Fear.
There was no mistaking it. I knew what fear looked
like.
Emma is giving away, 1 Kindle ecopy of Unbeautifully
Loved (book 1) & Unbearable Guilt (book2) of per blog stop and a $25
amazon gift card at the end of the tour.
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