Noa and Me Release Day Event

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.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23384124-noah-and-me

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EXCERPT:

“I need to

shower,” he says.

I nod. “Me

too.”

“Let me go

first,” he says. “I know that’s not very gentlemanly of me, but I’m filthy and

I don’t like being dirty.”

He really

shouldn’t have a job as a gravedigger then

. “Okay.”

He turns

and walks out of the bedroom. I sit up, watching him go into the bathroom

that’s directly opposite and notice that he hasn’t shut the door properly. I

hear the shower switch on, and then without really thinking about what I’m

doing, I creep towards the bathroom. I peep through the opening and see a

modern-looking bathroom suite that looks kind of odd compared to the rest of

the house, which creaks like an old lady’s hip. All that I can see is the

mirror and sink, but the mirror shows me the rest of the room. And him.

He grabs the

bottom of his black t-shirt and pulls it up to reveal a grid of muscles that

are splattered across his stomach and chest. My eyes want to devour each and

every single one of them but are stuck to his chest for a completely different

reason. From the top of his right shoulder, a stream of scars starts. As they

near his nipple, the stream becomes a river. Then, as it falls down his side,

it turns into a waterfall. I wonder what could have happened. They look like

burns and they look painful. I shake my head, trying to ignore the fact that I

care if he’s been hurt. Why do I care? He’s a complete stranger that I’ve only

just met. I don’t care. I’m just being curious.

I look back

over his chest, ignoring the scars, and concentrate on his muscles. I’ve seen

pictures of men looking like that, but I didn’t think normal guys were capable

of getting so buff. He lets the t-shirt fall to the floor with a huff and then

his hands undo the button of his jeans before he slides them down his muscular

legs.

He looks

like a swimmer. His broad, round shoulders spread outwards before morphing down

into a narrow waist, complete with inner rib muscles. He must be good, I think.

You don’t get muscles in those sorts of places naturally without doing a lot of

sport. And you wouldn’t do that much sport if you weren’t good at it. Or maybe

it’s all the twisting he must do when he’s digging holes in the ground.

He rubs his

hands down his face as if he’s stressed and then pushes his boxers down his

legs.

Oh.

My.

God.

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…

You can find Beckie here…

Twitter:

@BeckieStevenson

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Instagram:

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Blog:

http://beckiestevenson.blogspot.co.uk

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