Making
Her Melt by Amber Lin
Publication date: December 11th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Publication date: December 11th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
This Christmas, forbidden passion is sparking a fire… and MAKING HER MELT.
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AUTHOR
BIO
Amber
Lin writes edgy romance with damaged hearts, redemptive love, and a steamy ever
after. Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s
Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT
Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” Since then,
she has gone on to write erotic, contemporary, and historical romances.
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Ethan hefted the ax over his head. It landed with a
satisfying crack. Wood flew on either side, skipping over the brittle grass
like pebbles on water. Shards of wood dotted the frosted landscape.
He made no move to pick them up.
Christmas was yesterday—not that it mattered. The firewood
pile beside the cabin already reached his shoulders.
That didn’t matter either.
What mattered was the endless, empty frost-glazed hills.
Dearling was a small, tightly-knit community nestled deep in
Texas Hill Country. The people here worked hard labor, drank hard liquor, and
trained all year for the annual pie eating contest. They had welcomed Ethan
with curious smiles and begrudged respect—for his uncle, he assumed, who was a bonafide
military hero. And maybe some for Ethan’s own history, even though he’d just
done a couple tours before getting out. It gave him something in common with
the husbands and fathers and brothers around here, a connection he’d never felt
on the bustling UT campus or the teeming sixth street clubs in Austin.
Though for all that he liked Dearling, it didn’t seem to
matter much either. What mattered was the force of the ax and the burn in his
shoulders. They distracted him—at least for a while.
He reached for the next log and centered it on the stump.
This was between him and the earth, a little mutual destruction to pass the
afternoon. By nightfall he’d be sore as hell and hopefully tired enough not to
see her in his dreams.
A foreign sound traveled through the thin winter air. Tires
crunching on gravel. He frowned. Who the hell would come out here?
Maybe some local Good Samaritan had come to make sure he was
prepared for the coming frost. He’d reassure them, though. Uncle Griff’s cabin
had come fully stocked with a lifetime supply of beef jerky. Besides, Ethan was
used to it. Most people imagined Afghanistan as a hot, dry desert, but the
nights could be brutally cold. And the high elevations near Bagram got snow
year round.
Oreo was going wild from inside the cabin. The pit bull
whined through the door, clearly eager to serve and protect. Either that or to
check for snacks. But he’d been locked inside so he wouldn’t lose an eye from a
stray shard of wood.
Ethan turned the corner of the cabin, expecting one of the
dusty trucks he always saw when he stopped into town. Dearling, Texas, was
quaint and country and the perfect escape for him.
Instead he saw a familiar blue sedan with a dented fender
that had been like that when Lia bought the car.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himself. First
he saw her in his sleep and now he had visions of her car while he was awake?
How far did a man have to run to get a little peace?
But Oreo wouldn’t be barking his head off for a vision. This
was real. She was real. Jesus. His pulse quickened. He squinted,
but the glare on the window made it impossible to see. A hollow space opened up
in his chest, knowing she’d followed him out here. Knowing she’d probably
called his cell and gone to his empty apartment long before this. He hadn’t
seen or felt much of anything in the month since he’d dragged his ass to
Dearling, but that was already changing.
The door opened and a boot landed on gravel. Pointed toe,
slender ankles.
He wondered idly how terrifying he looked right now. Women
tended to shrink away from him when he stood at full height. And when he
glowered. Lia had teased him about the glowering, and he’d responded that this
was the way his face looked. That had only been partially true. That was the way his face looked when he had
to watch the woman he loved kiss and hug and fuck his best friend.
Lia stood and wobbled slightly, finding her footing on
slippery rocks and the sloping drive. She spotted him and did a little wave,
more reserved than he’d ever seen her. She reminded him of the young Lia, the
lanky preteen with hopeful eyes.
“Merry Christmas,” she said quietly.
Remorse tasted bitter in his mouth. There was a time she
would have thrown her arms around his neck. She would have made him wear a
Santa hat, and he’d have pretended to hate it. “Merry Christmas.”
“Nice digs,” she said, lying her pretty little mouth off.
His uncle was career army, which meant he travelled more than he didn’t. That
gave Ethan a place to crash when he needed it. Far as he could tell, that was
the only function the barebones cabin could serve. He didn’t mind, especially
since he could be alone. Just him and Oreo.
Up until two minutes ago, anyway.
“You get lost on the way to Lake Travis?” he asked
pointedly. As in, what the hell are you
doing here? It wasn’t nice, but he was done being nice. Done pretending he
could be friends with her.
There was a big fucking difference between friends and
lovers.
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