Monday, April 16, 2018

Out Now! Impossible by Allyson Young #Romance @EvernightPub


Both being extremely independent and familiar withrejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense timetogether, something very special.

She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle outhow he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despitepursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what mighthave been.

Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him theyare pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him,Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, puttingdistance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father oftheir child.

But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses.Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily everafter.

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Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate themeltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharingwith no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends andfamily… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed andchoked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, hercheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby…She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few shortminutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck ofexhaustion.
Impossible. She’dsorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in shortorder. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed.
The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him,pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of whathe thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up whatremained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought ofElliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as shestarted, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car,his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold andimpenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been asdeep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help thefaint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.
She eased the window down a notch. “What?”
His gaze took inher face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then sherarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybenot—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So,what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid thatwasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw thevehicle into gear.
With cautiousregard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back ontothe pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.

Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres--50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn't always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.

1 comment:

Allyson Young said...

Thanks for having me over!