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Perfectly Broken
By Prescott Lane
Contemporary Romance
BLURB
Even after years of trauma therapy, Peyton still believes
she’s broken. She has little desire to date or show off her natural beauty, content
simply to hang out with her best friends and run her pie shop in New Orleans.
But her world turns upside-down when a handsome architect and self-confessed
player shows up in her shop and thinks she’s perfect, much more than the usual
hook-up. While Peyton does her best to resist his charms, believing she could
never be enough for him, she can’t deny the obvious heat between them. With
Reed determined to have her, Peyton must decide whether to continue to hide
behind her apron and baggy clothes or take a chance and share her scars with
Reed, a man with a playboy reputation and scars of his own -- a dark past he
can’t possibly share with Peyton, not after learning the horrors she’s endured.
But if they can find a way to trust each other, and themselves, they just might
be able to heal, to save each other, to live perfectly broken together
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EXCERPT ONE:
“Sometimes it’s better to push people away, so you don’t
hurt them,” Peyton said, “and they don’t hurt you.”
“Bullshit!”
Peyton shook
her head. “I’m never going to be whole
again.”
“That’s bullshit, too.
I won’t have talk like that, Miss Peyton. I just won’t have it.” Dr. Lorraine cocked her head to the side. “It’s time for a change in direction -- a
serious change of direction. This is
what we are going to do. You made a lot
of progress with Reed – lots of good oral and other stuff. But now you’ve cut him off, and I see you
backsliding. I don’t like to see
it. I won’t allow it.” She stroked her chin then cracked her
knuckles in preparation for some great declaration. “I’m prescribing a little retail therapy.”
“What?”
Peyton cried.
“Yes, that’s what I’m prescribing. You get that friend of yours, Quinn, and hit
the shops – Canal Place, Magazine Street, St. Charles Avenue, wherever,” Dr.
Lorraine ordered, her whole body bouncing.
“I don’t want to see you in those sad, baggy ass clothes anymore. Just looking at them, they mess with my head,
and they screw up my whole day. You ever
think about how they make me feel?”
“No,” Peyton
said with a laugh.
“Makes me sad. I hate
them. So I want new shoes, clothes,
athletic wear, undergarments! Everything
new. Got it?”
“How is this
therapy?”
“Honey, you’re hiding again.
You’ve flipped your sex switch back to off, and I’m not about to let it
hibernate in some frozen tundra again for years. We’ve worked too damn hard. You need to get in touch with your sexuality
without a man helping you do it. You have to do it. And clothes are the perfect place to start.”
Peyton
shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.”
“You don’t feel like it?
Tough shit! I didn’t feel like
getting my pap smear last week, but I did.”
Peyton
smiled. “It just seems like a waste of
time and money.”
“Well, if you don’t want to do it through clothes, I can
prescribe something else. Maybe a pole
dancing class?”
“I don’t
think so.”
“Or daily
masturbation?”
Peyton
rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get the
clothes.”
“Good,” Dr. Lorraine said, writing in Peyton’s chart, as if
filling out a prescription to take to the drugstore. “Among other things, I want you to get some
power panties.”
“Power
panties?” Has she been talking to Bret?
“Sexy underwear,” Dr. Lorraine said, still writing. “They can make a woman feel very
powerful.” She put down her pen and
looked at Peyton. “When a man wants to
be taken seriously, he usually wears a red tie.
Ever notice that in presidential debates? Lots of red ties. Red is the color of power.” Dr. Lorraine waved her hand and snapped her
fingers. “So get yourself some red
panties, girl! Take back your power! Do it for yourself!” She handed Peyton her prescription.
“I didn’t realize my power was in my underwear.”
About the
Author
Prescott Lane is the author of
First Position and her new release, Perfectly Broken. She is originally from
Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in
sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which
she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her
college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two
children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and
sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She
later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever
afters in real life.
Connect With Prescott Lane
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