Thursday, February 27, 2014

Undone, by Rebecca Shea. A Sneak Peek, A Prologue, and a Giveaway!

USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Shea is showing us some "Undone" Love!

The full prologue to "Undone" is right here, along with an awesome giveaway of a copy signed by Rebecca herself!

Who's that girl?

Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of Unbreakable. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family and her beagle, Miles. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working full-time and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

Find and follow Rebecca all over the place!

At her own beautiful website, Rebecca Shea Author 
And on Goodreads

Undone - Synopsis

I’ve found it’s easier to share my body but not my soul. I need no one, yet I crave her. 
Self-assured and independent, she doesn’t need me—but she wants me, and undeniably I want her too. At war with myself as I battle the secrets of my past, I don’t know if I can allow her to see the darkest parts of me, the parts I’ve left untouched—undone.

As she chips away at the walls I’ve built for years, I fear those secrets will hold me hostage from love—forever.

Fred's Notes

A rather mysterious, rather cryptic, rather enticing synopsis that conceals as much as it reveals?  Alrighty then, author goddess, after Unbreakable we trust you, so bring it!  We've met Landon, our damaged but undeniable protagonist back in Unbreakable, and now we'll learn his story, see his scars, and experience what it means to come ... undone.  But without further ado, let's have a look at that promised prologue!
Undone, A novel by Rebecca Shea -- Prologue
Sifting through the clothes that are strewn about my darkened bedroom, I find my boxer briefs and slide them on. Collecting her bra, panties, shorts, and shirt, I reflect that this is never the fun part of my evening, yet I feel no guilt in asking her to leave. She fell asleep shortly after I fucked her senseless and, for the last hour, I’ve been contemplating how long I should let her sleep before I kick her out.
Sidling up to the edge of the bed, I nudge her shoulder gently. “Hey, Maria.” I keep nudging her until she shifts slightly. “Time to go.” I drop the pile of her clothes on top of her. Giving her some privacy to get dressed, I walk to the bathroom connected to my master suite and close the door behind me.
I turn on the cold water, lean down, and splash my face with it. Grabbing the hand towel from the hanging towel rack, I dry my face and look at the man staring back at me in the mirror. I hear her moving around my room, so I toss my towel onto my bathroom counter and open the bathroom door. The light from the bathroom illuminates the dark bedroom. She is sitting on the end of my bed, leaning down to fasten the straps on her sandals.
Leaning against the doorframe while she finishes up and collects her purse, I can’t help but feel nothing for her. This is not unusual for me; I don’t connect emotionally with most women. I let a woman “in” once—to a place in my heart I really didn’t know existed, but I let her go, knowing she needed something I could never be. I don’t do romance, I don’t do relationships, and I definitely don’t do love.
“Ah, thanks for coming by,” I offer as I walk towards my bedroom door to usher her out of my house and out of my life. I never sleep with the same woman twice; it complicates things. Walking her down the hallway and through the dark, yet modern living room, I open the front door for her, holding it open so she can leave.
Planting herself in front of me, she leans up to kiss me, but I turn my head and successfully dodge her lips—I  rarely kiss women either, just not something I like to do unless I care about them, and there’s only been one I’ve cared enough about to kiss.
“Bye, Maria.” I nudge her towards the open door.
“Maria?” She laughs a bitter laugh. “It’s Mariana, asshole.” Just as she says that, a hand connects with my face. I deserved it; I usually do.
“Mariana...Maria, same thing,” I say, closing the door behind her. For a brief moment, a flash of guilt washes through me before it all but vanishes and I feel nothing—again.

Find Undone now on all publishing platforms!

And don't miss Unbreakable, the first book in the Unbreakable series, along with Rebecca's highly anticipated releases Unforgiven (Unbreakable #3) and Evil Lives Here (links to Goodreads, add them now!)


And last but no frickin' way least, here's the awesome Rafflecopter Giveaway from  Rebecca, Vi Keeland, and J.L. Mac, the other two ménage members of Fred's Trifecta of Win!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

No comments:

Post a Comment