Book Junky Girls: Wasted by MJ Fields

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Wasted by MJ Fields

Title: Wasted

Series: Steel Country #3

Author: MJ Fields

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 24, 2017 Cover Designer: Jersey Girl & Co

Haunted and hidden.

Mysterious and sexy, Grayson Falcon steers clear of commitment in all forms. He takes the road less traveled, avoiding the demons of his past and the nightmares they cause. He uses his good looks and country charm to attain pleasure, but it is always a short-lived reprieve.

Sweet and scarred.

Once believing that love can conquer all, Mandee Carlain’s life was then turned upside down and inside out. Her beauty queen good looks and sweet smile always caught the eye of the wrong kind of man. However, as a survivor, she still holds on to hope that one day she will come face to face with the man whose whispered words will give her strength to still believe.

What happens when the hopeless find hope ...at the wrong time?

Love is...Wasted.

When I have made peace with my anger, released it in tears and screams and allowed my body to float and release the tension, I simply float, eyes closed, kicking my feet ever so often, moving my arms when I feel I should and allow myself to drift toward reality’s shores.

I feel my foot drag across the lake’s floor and sigh as I push my feet down and stand, opening my eyes.

I gasp when I see him, Grayson, standing on the gravel, my dress over his shoulder and a towel in his hand. His square jaw, peppered with a few days’ worth of growth and slightly lighter than that on his head, his jaw is tight, and I see the muscles in it working. His eyes are so deeply connected to mine it renders me almost unmoving.

The way he looks at me is unrecognizable. Angry? Annoyed?

When his eyes leave mine after what seems like an eternity, then move to my lips, I wonder if there is something on them. Then they slowly, very slowly, move down my body. At this moment, I remember I am in a bra and panties, in front of Grayson Falcon, sexiest man alive.

I quickly sink down to a seated position and curl into myself, hiding myself, incredibly insecure and horrifically embarrassed.

“You’re blue, Mandee, and blue isn’t a good color on you. Come on; get up out of there.”