Title: Scarred Beautiful
Author: Beth Michele
Release Date: January 28, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Love believes in second chances. Francis Heller lives with two truths. Love hurts and beauty is only skin deep. With midnight black hair, moss-colored eyes, and traceable curves, Fran is the picture of beauty and confidence...on the outside. But deep down she is tormented. Not just by the jagged scars that line her body, but by the horrible memories that cloud her mind and haunt her dreams. The ones that make her want to flee from herself and from the devastating pain. The ones that cause her to placate herself with sex. Anything to make her forget. But for Fran, there's nowhere to hide from the darkness that swallows her whole. Matt Dixon is the gorgeous brother of her best friend's fiancée. He's suffered losses of his own and isn't willing to let anyone in until his unexpected encounter with Fran Heller, the girl who challenges him and causes him to take a second look, not only at her, but at his own life. But Matt has scars of his own. Together can they help each other discover that second chances really do exist? That love doesn't have to hurt? Or has the damage they've both suffered cut too deep to ever heal? **NA/Contemporary Romance with language and mature sexual content.**
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“Hey, beautiful, is this seat taken?”
A voice attempts to snap me from my thoughts but I ignore it, until I hear it again. It’s thick, it’s rich, and it’s throaty.
“Yoo-hoo…beautiful. Is it okay if I sit down?”
And when I look up, it’s sexy as hell.
Dear Lord, Sweet Baby Jesus, and an Oh My God all wrapped up in one. I hope to hell my mouth isn’t hanging open right now. He has hair the color of the night sky and eyes a deep brown, a square jaw, and lips with a contour so perfect it looks like they were hand-drawn. Oh, and did I mention he’s cut. Yeah, he’s cut—like ripped: strong, athletic build and a slim waist, a six-pack accentuated by low-slung jeans, and a white t-shirt that adheres to every single muscle, and I mean…every…single…one.
When I finally find my tongue and make sure it’s securely in my mouth, I speak. “Sure. Let me just move my bag.”
He grins, and then all bets are off—like full-on gorgeous off. He’s got perfect white teeth and a captivating smile. We’d make a good complement to one another. I mentally scold myself for sounding like a dog in heat but it doesn’t stop me from enjoying the view.
When he reaches up to place his carry-on and briefcase in the overhead compartment, his shirt eases up and I glimpse the tiniest sliver of tanned, hard stomach. If he wasn’t so close to me, I’d pull out the Jack Daniels because I definitely need a drink.
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