Book Title: Truly, Madly,
Deeply, You
Author: Cecilia Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Publication Date: March 21st
2012
Format: eBook, Kindle
Book Synopsis:
Four days before Valentine’s Day, Liese Hansfeld is determined
to shut the door to her house, as well as her heart, for her annual four days
of mourning her one true love. Little does she know her best friend Freytag
Meier is just as determined to keep her from her ritual. He’s ready to pick the
lock to her apartment door and camp in her living room if that’s what it takes.
What Freytag isn’t prepared for is the surge of deep-rooted
emotions he feels for Liese, but two things stand in his way: the grief and
guilt she still clutches close to her heart, and a man who threatens to snatch
Liese from under Frey’s watchful eye. Frey is determined to distract her into
forgetting her pain. But is that enough to ease her grief, or help her see he
can be more than her best friend?
Author Bio
Cecilia
Robert enjoys the play and weave of words that make up a good story. She enjoys
creating fantastical worlds and getting lost in them. She often meets a prince,
a princess, a pirate, ordinary and badass boy or girl who take her through the
wonderful world of dreaming and fantasy.
She doesn't have particular leanings to any
kind of story as long as it captures her attention She reads and enjoys
urban/dark fantasy romance, paranormal,
contemporary, sci-fi, mystery or horror as much as her children's school books.
Some nights, you can find
her reading Puss in Boots for her daughter, or trying to understand how to read
Manga comics from her son.
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“You
all right, Li?”
She
nodded as her eyes swept the room, then back at him. “Really, Frey, you didn’t
have to do all that. I was going to clean after the four days.”
He shrugged. “No worries, sweetheart. What are
friends for?” He smiled and beckoned her to him with his free hand. She followed
the delicious smell of food more than she obeyed him, and stood beside him. He
smiled at her, and pulled her into one arm hug and placed a kiss on her
forehead. “Feeling better?”
She
nodded, peeking inside the pot. “Yes, I am,” she said, hoping her voice came
out cheerful. She didn’t want to have him worried. “Smells good. What’s this?”
“Healthy
food.” He turned his attention to the pot of whatever delicious concoction he
was cooking and continued stirring.
Liese
glanced around for something to do while he went about preparing the meal. She frowned, as her gaze zeroed in on the
sofa.
“Er,
Frey, what’s that?”
He
glanced up from the pot, and followed her pointing finger. “Oh, that. My
overnight bag,” he said nonchalantly. “Didn’t I tell you I’m staying here for
those four days? No? Well, I am.” He turned, unconcerned, and continued
stirring, dipped two fingers inside the array of bottles of spices in front of
him, pinched small amounts and sprinkled dashes into the pot. He repeated the
action a few more times before he grunted in satisfaction.
She
glared at his back, watching the rise and fall of the muscles there. “No,
you’re not.” She glanced up, then poked his arm with her finger to make her
point. “You can’t do this to me, Frey. Another time, but not these four
precious days. I need to be alone.”
Frey
tilted his head slightly, his midnight blue eyes gentle and kind as they’d
always been. “Sorry, I’m not leaving. Get used to the idea, Li. Besides, I have
five votes from your mom and dad. We voted who should come over and stay with
you. I won.” He grinned, and turned away to stir what she now saw was red
sauce. The scent of mint filled the air, and her stomach grumbled.
She
ignored it and twisted out from under his arm. He snatched her back and held
her snug and tight against the length of his body. She leaned into his soothing
touch, savouring the comfort of his fingers as they caressed up and down her
arm. Her body began to relax. “If I needed you, I’d have called you and asked—”
“Eat,
and then if you want to talk later, we’ll talk.” Frey pecked her on the
forehead once again, then brought his hand to her face and tucked a few strands
of her wayward curls behind her ear. He let her go. “Now sit over there like a
good girl.”
She
grunted in frustration and stalked away, well, as much as her weakened body
would allow her to stalk without losing her pride. She plopped down on the
sofa. “You’re no better than my parents.”
He
chuckled. “You bet I’m not. I’m worse.”
Hi CelticLady
ReplyDeleteThanks for spotlighting Truly, Madly. Much appreciated. :)
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Cecilia