After three long years of living in a hell she never could have imagined, Lucy Jane Simmons courageously escapes to New York City for a fresh start.A new beginning…
When Lucy meets Knox Taylor, the intoxicating man in the business suit, everything she thought she knew about relationships changes. He is strong, seductive and makes her feel safe. But can she open up enough to let him in?
Will Lucy Jane escape the scars of her past? Can Knox give her the future she ultimately deserves?
A story of rediscovery…
I think I have a new fictional boyfriend. Knox Taylor is the perfect man, rich, handsome, kind, and compassionate and a very sexy lover. Lucy is a young battered lady who comes to New York to escape an abusive boyfriend. Finding a roommate who will become her best friend, Lucy starts a job at the cosmetic counter in a high end department store. Lucy was trying to put her past behind her, but she would never allow another man to enter her life. She had been warned by her mom growing up, men were evil, and she tried once with Drake, that was enough.
Knox felt an instant connection to her from the first time he went in to buy aftershave. He wasn’t willing to write her off, he would do what he needed to do so he could win her trust. First step, try for a friendship with Lucy. He shows her he can be trusted, that he won’t force himself on her and finally he tears down her walls. Lucy allows him to love her tells him about her life with her Drake. It wasn’t an easy story to listen to or tell, with descriptions of broken ribs, bruises, horrible names he called her, but it was her story and Knox needed to know it so he could understand why she was so protective of her heart.
Knox is furious and vows to protect her, which is good all of a sudden Lucy is attracting the attention of other men. Lucy tries very hard to let go of the past, but things keep happening to remind her, then text messages, gifts start arriving. It could only mean her ex found her, but how could that be, he doesn’t know where she is.
The author did a great job at developing characters we can relate to and fall in love with. I instantly became a huge fan of Knox and I adored Lucy for her strength and willingness to not be a victim. She was learning to trust and fight back. I really enjoyed this story, it was an easy read, yet gave me enough drama and kept my interest the whole time. I really think the readers will enjoy Discovering Lucy and I look forward to reading more from this author.
Laura Dunaway has been married to her prince for 17 years and together they are raising three amazing kids. While she’s always had a passion for reading and writing, it wasn’t until this past year that she finally realized she should pursue her dream of writing a book. After many many attempts at starting one, Distorted was finally the one that flowed and before she knew it, she’d written The End. When she’s not busy shuttling her kids to lessons and practices and making dinner, she’s busy behind her computer writing her next book, Discovering Lucy, which will be out winter of 2014.
I didn’t see the blow coming.
I was standing at my dresser, eyes focused on my reflection in the mirror as I pinned my hair into a bun when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Time seemed to slow down as the bobby pins dropped from my hands and I fell to my knees. I gasped for air, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of me.
“Don’t you ever think of doing that again, bitch,” I heard Drake tell me in his menacing deep voice, his dirty brown work boots in front of me. I had no idea what it was I’d done.
Most of the time I hadn’t done anything.
I put my hands on the floor, still trying to take deep breaths. “Wh-what did I do?” I asked in a strained voice
against the agony burrowing in my back.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back, and my hair was being pulled so tight that I yelped at the searing sensation. Tears stung my eyes at the torturous pressure as I balled my hands into fists, trying to resist grabbing at his hand.
I knew that would make my situation worse.
“I saw you. I saw you talking to that prick at the grocery store. You think I don’t know what you do every hour of the day? Huh?” He pulled back harder on my head, and tears streamed down my face as I tried not to scream.
I tried to remember whom I’d talked to at the grocery store. I had gone there to get a few items, but I didn’t remember having any conversations.
“You mean the guy who took my cart when I was done putting the groceries in the car?”
He finally released my hair and the relief was immense. I fell to the floor and rubbed my scalp as he towered over me. I ignored the desire to scoot away from him because I’d learned the hard way that it only angered him more. Instead, I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest as I rocked back and forth.
“Yes, Lucy, the guy who took the cart from you. Do you realize how bad it looks when you talk to other guys? Good lord, how stupid can you get?”
He started pacing back and forth, swiping his hands through his dark blond greasy hair. His footsteps were strong and loud, especially when he wore those big, ugly, work boots that were always caked with mud. I did my best to stop shaking and rocking—I needed to appear as calm as possible. You would think I’d be used to his rage by now, but each time he assaulted me, it made me shake to my core.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I knew I’d done nothing wrong. I’d been taught that it was always better to apologize than to try to explain the situation. I’d been with him for three years, and it was all I could do to stay sane. The numbness that had taken over my mind and soul was the only way I survived.
He stopped pacing and turned to face me. “You’re what?”
I looked into his cold gray eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said in a louder voice.
He walked toward me and bent to his knees, his ugly eyes softening somewhat as he took my face in his sandpaper rough hands. I wanted to cower and throw up, but I looked him in the eye because I knew if I looked down, it would anger him even more.
“Lucy Jane, you know I hate having to lash out at you, but you give me no choice. I can’t have you prancing around town talking to every asshole you see. It makes me look bad, baby.”
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