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RELEASE DATE: 15th
December 2014
SYNOPSIS:
“So you fix broken hearts, do you?” I ask. “Seems a
little
ironic.”
Noah Carter is
one of the best cardiothoracic doctors in the country. He’s
incredibly
intelligent, funny, kind and he’s a beast in the bedroom. He
has scars that
drizzle down his chest and painful memories of an
unforgettable night that
plague his every waking hour.
Seven years
ago, Noah stumbled upon me at the side of a grave and saved
me in one of the
most compassionate ways another human being can save
another. I will
always love him for that. Always.
He loved me in
a way that no man has ever loved me since, and I gave him
everything. I gave
him it all until my secrets and lies tore us apart, forcing
me to shatter his
heart into a thousand little pieces.
Seven years ago
he loved me, but now he hates me. And I hate that he hates
me. Leaving Noah is
my biggest regret in life - and I have a lot of things that
I regret. A lot.
I’m Ariel
Miller and this is the story of Noah and Me.
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EXCERPT:
I glance around the corner of
the small building and spot a woman who isn’t dressed like a
smart teacher.
She’s wearing white stilettoes and a tiny little black dress
that just about
covers her backside. Her breasts, which are definitely fake,
protrude out from
the scoop neckline of the dress. Her chocolate-coloured hair
is poker straight
and falls to her shoulder blades. I hear her giggling. I see
her hand shoot out
to touch a glistening, tanned and extremely toned
forearm.
“That’s Candy,” whispers
Ben.
“What does she do?” I ask. She
arches her back and pushes her breasts out even further than
they were before.
“She’s a Lawyer,” he tells me.
“They call her the black
widow.”
I glance at Ben and realise he’s
not joking. I look back at Candy and hear her giggle again,
watching as she
flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Does she eat men after
she’s slept with
them?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head.
“She eats them after she’s done with them in court
instead.”
More
like she hypnotises them with her breasts and hair
flicking
, I think.
“I see,” I say.
“Her tongue is evil,” he says
before adding, “and not in a good
way.”
I grin at him.
“Anyway,” he says, pulling on my
elbow, “we should go and say hello to the birthday
boy.”
I take a step forward and then
the earth stops moving as all of the blood in my body rushes
to my ears. I can
hear the beat of my own heart as it bangs against my chest.
The birthday boy’s
blue eyes collide with mine and they’re slowly turning to
hard stone in front
of me. He steps away from the wall, roughly pushing Candy
off him, and marches
towards me.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
How can someone who is beyond beautiful look so ugly at the
same time? His
light brown hair is styled perfectly on his head as if he’s
just got out of
bed. Or maybe he has, if Candy’s performance was anything to
go by. His pale,
crystal-blue eyes display nothing of the thoughts that I
have no doubt are
obviously running through his mind. He’s wearing a dark grey
shirt and black
trousers. Even with his clothes on, I can tell that there’s
a wall of pure
muscle hiding underneath them. I see a faint smattering of
chest hair poking
out from the top of his shirt where his top button is
undone. His face is
tanned and freshly shaven.
“You!” he says, his deep voice
wrapping around me like a warm blanket. His gaze shifts to
my neck like lightning.
His eyes linger for a fraction of a second on my necklace
and I see a hint of
astonishment flash across his face. Then it’s gone, replaced
by the cold,
screwed-up face that he had
before.
I open my mouth but nothing
comes out. Every single hair on my skin stands on end as his
angry breath
washes over my face. Air leaves my lungs and doesn’t come
back in. How the fuck
is he here? Of all the places in the entire world, how is he
here?
I finally realise he’s still
towering over me, looking as if he wants to strangle me. I
take a deep breath.
I can’t do
this.
“Erm, do you two know each
other?” asks
Ben.
Ignoring Ben, I continue to
stare at him. He stares at me. What could we possibly say to
each other that
would make any of it okay? I can’t be here. I can’t be near
him. I need to
leave.
“No,” he hisses, as his eyes
trail all over
me.
Liar.
“I don’t know who this girl is,”
he says.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt
that he called me a girl, but I do. I don’t want him looking
at me like that
either. Not when I feel so shitty about what I’m wearing. I
wish I could cover
myself up, but I don’t have enough clothes on to even
start.
Ben blinks, looking confused.
“Noah, this is Ariel. Ariel, this is the birthday boy,
Noah.”
This isn’t Noah. This is a
stranger that doesn’t know me anymore.
“I’m going,” I announce, tearing
my gaze away from Noah. I look at Ben and feel myself
beginning to panic. “Erm,
I have to
go.”
“You have to?”
Ben questions.
I nod quickly and start to back
away from them. “I have to go. Right now. I have a horrible
headache. Here,” I
say, pushing my glass into Ben’s hand, “take this. And I’m
sorry.”
“Ariel,” Ben calls as I turn to
leave.
“Let her go,” Noah says. “She
wasn’t invited and she’s not
welcome.”
AUTHOR
BIO:
Beckie's real name is Rebecca, but she get’s called (and
answers to) any of the following…Beckie, Bek, Becca,
Rebecca, Pip, Pippy or
Stevo.
Beckie is the author of 'Sorrow Woods,' the
'Existing'
series and 'Noah and Me.'
She is due to publish more YA and NA novels in
2015/16.
She lives in Staffordshire, England, with her partner
and two
children.
Beckie likes putting music
on in the house and dancing around like a mad
woman.
When she isn’t playing with
her children, doing housework, dancing around the house like
a mad woman,
walking, cycling reading or writing, then she can be found
working in an
investment bank. Or
sleeping.
You can find Beckie
here…
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here…
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