Title: The Scars Between Us
Author: MK Schiller
Publisher: Entangled: Embrace
Publisher: Entangled: Embrace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Blurb
Emma Cooper is determined to fulfill her
mother’s dying wish to scatter her ashes with Aiden Sheffield in Linx, Texas.
Just one problem. Why Texas and who the hell is Aiden Sheffield? The only clue
is a faded piece of her mother’s stationary. Emma imagines Aiden is a former
love of her mother’s, but when she meets the beautiful, damaged stranger, she
realizes her assumptions couldn’t be more wrong. He’s hot and young. And Emma
is as confused as ever.
mother’s dying wish to scatter her ashes with Aiden Sheffield in Linx, Texas.
Just one problem. Why Texas and who the hell is Aiden Sheffield? The only clue
is a faded piece of her mother’s stationary. Emma imagines Aiden is a former
love of her mother’s, but when she meets the beautiful, damaged stranger, she
realizes her assumptions couldn’t be more wrong. He’s hot and young. And Emma
is as confused as ever.
Aiden Sheffield would rather go to hell than
Linx. Who does Emma think she is disrupting his carefully built life? The last
thing the Marine needs is to slice open the sealed wounds of his painful past.
Yet, as he gets to know the lovely Emma, a woman who manages to smile even
though she’s lost everything, he changes his mind. He will not let her go to
hell alone.
Linx. Who does Emma think she is disrupting his carefully built life? The last
thing the Marine needs is to slice open the sealed wounds of his painful past.
Yet, as he gets to know the lovely Emma, a woman who manages to smile even
though she’s lost everything, he changes his mind. He will not let her go to
hell alone.
But neither is prepared for the devastating
evil waiting for them at the end of the road. It might just destroy them.
evil waiting for them at the end of the road. It might just destroy them.
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“May I help
you?” he asks, his smile tight like it’s forced. Struggling to find my voice, I
finally respond. “Aiden Sheffield?” “Guilty. Are you here to adopt?” “No.” The
pit bull whines at that. Without taking his eyes off me, Aiden pulls out a
plastic bag from his pocket and throws him a treat. Unable to keep staring at
him, my gaze shifts down. I get a good look at Aiden’s pal. The dog’s tail
wags, but only one of his ears perks. The other ear is completely missing, and
the poor boy’s jaw is misshapen. Aiden draws my attention back to him. “You’re
making my pack nervous.”
you?” he asks, his smile tight like it’s forced. Struggling to find my voice, I
finally respond. “Aiden Sheffield?” “Guilty. Are you here to adopt?” “No.” The
pit bull whines at that. Without taking his eyes off me, Aiden pulls out a
plastic bag from his pocket and throws him a treat. Unable to keep staring at
him, my gaze shifts down. I get a good look at Aiden’s pal. The dog’s tail
wags, but only one of his ears perks. The other ear is completely missing, and
the poor boy’s jaw is misshapen. Aiden draws my attention back to him. “You’re
making my pack nervous.”
That’s
exactly what they look like…a pack. A family where he is the alpha. All the
dogs have now come toward the fence, sitting in a straight line. They seem calm
but curious as they flip their heads between us. “They don’t look nervous.”
exactly what they look like…a pack. A family where he is the alpha. All the
dogs have now come toward the fence, sitting in a straight line. They seem calm
but curious as they flip their heads between us. “They don’t look nervous.”
“They are.
They can smell your fear. They won’t hurt you.”
They can smell your fear. They won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
“Then what
are you afraid of?”
are you afraid of?”
You.
He smirks,
moving forward so we are only inches from each other, separated by the
chain-link fence. His gaze lingers on me, far too long for comfort. He smells
masculine, of soap and sweat and something distinctively him. “Who are you,
mystery girl? Too old to be selling cookies, too young to be from the Gazette,
and too innocent to be spouting religion.”
moving forward so we are only inches from each other, separated by the
chain-link fence. His gaze lingers on me, far too long for comfort. He smells
masculine, of soap and sweat and something distinctively him. “Who are you,
mystery girl? Too old to be selling cookies, too young to be from the Gazette,
and too innocent to be spouting religion.”
“I’m Emma
Cooper. Angela’s daughter.” It’s a flicker in his features, but I catch the
scowl before it disappears. The dogs start surrounding Aiden and stare at me
with suspicion. It’s as if they are protecting him…from me.
Cooper. Angela’s daughter.” It’s a flicker in his features, but I catch the
scowl before it disappears. The dogs start surrounding Aiden and stare at me
with suspicion. It’s as if they are protecting him…from me.
“What do
you want?” His tone is curt, almost demanding. I shift from foot to foot.
you want?” His tone is curt, almost demanding. I shift from foot to foot.
“Can we
talk?” The dogs stand at attention now.
talk?” The dogs stand at attention now.
“Go to the
house and wait for me.” He snaps the words like a command.
house and wait for me.” He snaps the words like a command.
“Um…”
“Now.”
Author Bio
Not knowing a word of English, MK Schiller came to America
at the age of four from India. Since then, all she’s done is collect words.
After receiving the best gift ever from her parents—her very own library
card—she began reading everything she could get her greedy hands on. At
sixteen, a friend asked her to make up a story featuring the popular bad boy at
school. This wasn’t fan fiction…it was friend fiction. From that day on, she’s
known she wanted to be a writer. With the goal of making her readers both laugh
and cry, MK Schiller has penned more than a dozen books, each one filled with
misfit characters overcoming obstacles and finding true love.
at the age of four from India. Since then, all she’s done is collect words.
After receiving the best gift ever from her parents—her very own library
card—she began reading everything she could get her greedy hands on. At
sixteen, a friend asked her to make up a story featuring the popular bad boy at
school. This wasn’t fan fiction…it was friend fiction. From that day on, she’s
known she wanted to be a writer. With the goal of making her readers both laugh
and cry, MK Schiller has penned more than a dozen books, each one filled with
misfit characters overcoming obstacles and finding true love.
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