Title: Tempting Rowan
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: Romance
Series: Trace + Olivia #3
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Synopsis:
I’m drowning in the numbness. It’s pulling me under and I
can’t see the surface. It’s easier to pretend I can’t feel. And the longer you
pretend, the easier it is to believe. But he wants to save me. Only he can’t. I
have to save myself…and I don’t know if I want to.
Rowan Sinclair’s life has been anything but easy. With an
alcoholic mother and a sleazy stepfather, it’s been her responsibility to raise
her younger siblings. At twenty-one she’s chained to a life she doesn’t want,
but sees no other alternative. After all, what would happen to her brother and
sister if she were to leave?
Trenton Wentworth sees the pain behind Rowan’s eyes. He
wants nothing more than to make it disappear. To hold her. To love her. Except
Rowan keeps everyone at a safe distance. But if there’s anyone that can break
down the walls she’s built around herself, it’s Trent. So she avoids him at all
costs. But Trent isn’t one to be easily evaded. He’s stubborn and determined.
He’ll save this girl even if it costs him everything.
Love, lies, and deception.
That’s the name of the game when you’re Tempting Rowan.
Excerpt
“What are you doing here?” I stuttered, looking around for a means of escape. I needed to get away from him before I did something stupid…like give into the temptation of Trenton.
Brilliant question, Rowan. I scolded myself when I realized what I’d asked him. Sometimes, words seemed to fly from my mouth without me thinking through what I was about to say. I really needed to work on that.
He chuckled, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. “It’s a library. There’s usually only one reason to be here.”
“Usually?” I questioned with a raised brow. What other reason would one have for coming to the library?
His smile widened. “Well,” he leaned towards me, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, “if you’re really quiet you can always have sex.” He pulled back, laughing at my wide-eyed expression. “I always did have a naughty librarian fantasy.” He looked me up and down and a blush stained my cheeks in what I was sure was an unflattering shade of red. My hair was pulled back, my tortoise shell glasses perched on the end of my nose since my contacts had been bothering me today, and I was wearing a pencil skirt and button down top. It might not have been naughty, but I was dressed like a librarian since I worked here after classes and studied before going home.
“I really need to go,” I explained, realizing that I was still standing in front of him like an idiot. I tried to push past him, but he ceased my efforts with a hand on my arm. His sweatshirt was rolled up, displaying the tattoos that covered his one arm. Tattoos I had been very intimately acquainted with once upon a time. I wondered if he even remembered.
“How could I forget?” He asked.
Oh, no. Had I said that out loud?
“You didn’t have to,” he answered my unspoken question. “I could see it in your eyes that you were thinking about that night.”
I swallowed, my heart beating a mile a minute.
“You were the one that left, Rowan,” his voice held a tone of irritation. “You never gave me a chance to prove myself to you.” His thumb rubbed circles on my arm, still refusing to let me go, and it was like he thought I was an animal he could calm with a soft touch.
“You didn’t have to,” I yanked my arm from his grasp and glared at him. “I know what guys like you want from a girl like me. You got it, okay? There’s no need to keep up the farce of a good guy.”
He stared at me with a look of shock. His mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish. He was at a loss for words and Trenton wasn’t the kind of guy to be left speechless.
I took this opportunity for what it was, and all but ran out the doors of the library. I had to get away from him. If I stood there a second longer I wouldn’t be able to resist him. From the moment I first laid eyes on Trent, when I moved to Winchester my freshman year of high school, I’d been under his spell.
“Rowan!” He called after me, but I kept walking like I hadn’t heard him. “You’re the one acting like a player! So, what?! I was good enough to fuck once but I’m not good enough to give a chance?!” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. Not because they were true, but because they were so very wrong. Trent didn’t know the real me. No one did. If he found out about me, about what I had done, he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I knew that, so I was only trying to spare him. It had been five years since we lost our virginity to each other on a school camping trip our sophomore year. I’d have thought by now he would’ve forgotten about me, but Trent wasn’t like most guys. He actually cared. He was real. And he was perfect. I didn’t deserve him, frankly no one did. But for some reason, he thought I was someone worth caring about. But if he knew the kind of person I really was he’d run as far away from me as his feet would take him.
I reached the sidewalk and turned to see him standing on the steps staring at me.
“Answer me,” his voice was raised, but not angry. He sounded hurt and that broke my heart, because I was the one causing him pain. If he’d leave me alone, he wouldn’t have to feel that way. But Trent wasn’t the type of guy to give up. Whenever we ran into each other it was like…he still cared about me, and I couldn’t understand it. I ran away from him after we had sex and ignored him through the rest of high school. On the rare occasions when I was forced to interact with him, I was less than friendly. He needed to stay away. I couldn’t afford to let him get close.
“Girls like me don’t end up with guys like you,” I told him and he flinched like I had slapped him.
“Guys like me, huh?” His jaw flexed. “Funny,” he descended the remaining few steps and stood in front of me. He stared at me for a moment, anger and sadness stormed in his eyes. “Because somehow, in this situation,” he pointed to him and then me, “it seems like I’m the one that got used. Not you.”
Author Bio:
Micalea Smeltzer is an author from Virginia. Her name is pronounced Muh-call-e-uh. She is permanently glued to her computer, where she constantly writes. She has to listen to music when she writes and has a playlist for every book she’s ever started. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading a book or playing with her three dogs.
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