About Perfectly
Broken:
Even
after years of trauma therapy, Peyton still believes she’s broken. She has
little desire to date or show off her natural beauty, content simply to hang
out with her best friends and run her pie shop in New Orleans. But her world
turns upside-down when a handsome architect and self-confessed player shows up
in her shop and thinks she’s perfect, much more than the usual hook-up. While
Peyton does her best to resist his charms, believing she could never be enough
for him, she can’t deny the obvious heat between them. With Reed determined to
have her, Peyton must decide whether to continue to hide behind her apron and
baggy clothes or take a chance and share her scars with Reed, a man with a
playboy reputation and scars of his own -- a dark past he can’t possibly share
with Peyton, not after learning the horrors she’s endured. But if they can find
a way to trust each other, and themselves, they just might be able to heal, to
save each other, to live perfectly broken
together.
Excerpt:
“Peyton can pick for you.”
“Yeah, she’s got some weird sixth sense about pie,” Bret
said. “She can tell what pie you like just by looking at you.”
“We call it the ‘Pie Personality Gift,’” Quinn
said.
“I think I’ll just take the apple,” Reed
said.
“That’s no fun,” Peyton teased. “How about I give you the
apple and also what I think you’d like, and then we’ll see?”
“Sure,” Reed said with a shrug. “How can you
tell?”
“Let me see your hand,” Peyton said, a twinkle in her
eyes.
“Are
you some kind of palm reader?” Reed held out his hand and gave a smirk to Bret
— as if this was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever done.
“It’s nice you do what you’re told,” Bret quipped.
Peyton slipped her hand into Reed’s, and a sudden electrical
charge shot between them. She flinched at the contact, her baby blue eyes
flying wide open, but he gently closed his fingers around hers, never letting
slip a chance to hold a pretty girl’s hand, even if he didn’t believe any of
her pie witchcraft bullshit. Quinn cleared her throat to voice her disapproval.
But Peyton and Reed both ignored her, leaving Quinn to frown and grab a nearby
table with Bret.
Reed studied her as she worked, or whatever the hell she was
doing. She was a natural beauty — her baby blue eyes, long brown hair, and fair
skin, without a stitch of makeup — a far cry from the overtly sexy model he
usually went for. He memorized her perfect pink lips, knowing what they could
do for him, and the curve of her neck, a silver locket dangling from it. He saw
something else, too — at least he thought he did. There appeared to be some
complication about her, some sadness behind her pretty eyes, something she was
trying to hide. I could make you happy.
Peyton examined the shape and lines of his hands but found it
hard to focus, a part of her wanting to run and hide, another wanting to run
her hands through his dark, messy hair, to feel the slight stubble on his face,
imagining his hands running down her body, her breasts against his washboard
abs. Then she caught herself and drew a deep breath, her stomach churning, a
million butterflies floating around. She looked up from his hands, into his
steel blue eyes, shocked by her attraction to a man she knew nothing about.
“You are devil’s food chocolate praline.”
“We’ll see.”
About Prescott
Lane:
Prescott Lane is the author of First Position and her new
release, Perfectly Broken. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and
graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to
receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with
developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her college
sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and
two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first
story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to
writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real
life.
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