Title: True Abandon
Author: Jeannine Colette
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 13, 2017
Blurb
Can the sins of the past be forgiven with the actions of
today?
Trish Hogan's life was destroyed when she gave her trust to her high school
boyfriend, Jackson, and he abused it, changing the course of her life forever.
A decade later she’s living in Manhattan -- she has a roommate, a steady
boyfriend and a career. When a hurricane puts the city on lock down, Trish gets
a message she never thought she’d receive: Jackson is dying and alone. In a
city of millions, she is the only person who can sit by his side.
Jackson Davis was once the golden child of a senator who went against his
father’s plans and became a musician. Tatted up and broken, he wakes up in a
hospital only to see Trish -- the one person he needs to atone his sins to --
standing before him. He will recover from his injuries, but not from the pain
he caused in the past.
Trapped by the storm, they embark on a night of reckoning that has one running
away to Hawaii and the other following in her steps. As the victim becomes the
villain, the two are forced to face the past, live in the present and find a
way to navigate into the future.
today?
Trish Hogan's life was destroyed when she gave her trust to her high school
boyfriend, Jackson, and he abused it, changing the course of her life forever.
A decade later she’s living in Manhattan -- she has a roommate, a steady
boyfriend and a career. When a hurricane puts the city on lock down, Trish gets
a message she never thought she’d receive: Jackson is dying and alone. In a
city of millions, she is the only person who can sit by his side.
Jackson Davis was once the golden child of a senator who went against his
father’s plans and became a musician. Tatted up and broken, he wakes up in a
hospital only to see Trish -- the one person he needs to atone his sins to --
standing before him. He will recover from his injuries, but not from the pain
he caused in the past.
Trapped by the storm, they embark on a night of reckoning that has one running
away to Hawaii and the other following in her steps. As the victim becomes the
villain, the two are forced to face the past, live in the present and find a
way to navigate into the future.
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Excerpt
“I want you to get to know me now, as a man.”
I hold a finger up to him. “No.”
“Yes.”
Shaking my head, I state, “You can’t force me to spend time
with you.”
with you.”
“Yes, I can,” he retorts with a wink. He flicks a gaze around
the room—the fourteen-hundred-square-foot Pele suite with two king-size master
bedrooms, a living room, lanai looking out to the Pacific Ocean, and—
the room—the fourteen-hundred-square-foot Pele suite with two king-size master
bedrooms, a living room, lanai looking out to the Pacific Ocean, and—
Realization strikes.
“Oh, no.” I put both hands up in the air and start to back
away. “No, no, no, no, no.”
away. “No, no, no, no, no.”
He smiles.
“You’re sick,” I state.
He strides toward me, each step more purposeful than the
last. “Eight days and seven nights of personal concierge service.”
last. “Eight days and seven nights of personal concierge service.”
I continue to back up. “You’re insane.”
“Sit back and relax at our five-star luxury resort while
your every need is met,” he recites the words from the hotel’s website.
your every need is met,” he recites the words from the hotel’s website.
My heels continue to retreat backward. “I don’t know what
you think this service includes, but it’s not—” My back hits the wall.
you think this service includes, but it’s not—” My back hits the wall.
“Not what?” His palms are pressed flat against the wall by
my head, his body pinning me in.
my head, his body pinning me in.
I gasp at the proximity.
The buttons of his shirt are level with my eyes. The fire of
the dragon peeks over the top of his collar. His strong legs encase me. The
well-defined upper half of a man who clearly treats his body like a piece of
art paired with the intoxicating smell of warm honey radiating off his skin
trap me. I’m consumed by the power of this man, yet not one single part of his
body is touching me. Not one tiny inch.
the dragon peeks over the top of his collar. His strong legs encase me. The
well-defined upper half of a man who clearly treats his body like a piece of
art paired with the intoxicating smell of warm honey radiating off his skin
trap me. I’m consumed by the power of this man, yet not one single part of his
body is touching me. Not one tiny inch.
I look up and am a breath away from lips whose kisses are
still ones I dream about. I dare myself not to, but I find myself glancing
further up, and my heart stops at the look he’s giving me—the heated one of a
man who is fixated on the one thing he wants. The determined yet yearning gaze
of someone who has been deprived for years. The look of someone who is staring
at what he needs.
still ones I dream about. I dare myself not to, but I find myself glancing
further up, and my heart stops at the look he’s giving me—the heated one of a
man who is fixated on the one thing he wants. The determined yet yearning gaze
of someone who has been deprived for years. The look of someone who is staring
at what he needs.
My body ignites.
From the tips of my fingers to the swell of my chest and
right down to the simmering of my core, I’m reacting to having this hard,
powerful body so close. It’s so intense, so direly missed—and so very, very
dangerous.
right down to the simmering of my core, I’m reacting to having this hard,
powerful body so close. It’s so intense, so direly missed—and so very, very
dangerous.
I tilt my head to the side, causing Jax to lean in and
whisper into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, “There once was a time
when you looked at me like I was your savior. Now, your eyes scream in disgust.
Where you once melted, now, you flinch. I did that to you, and it kills me.”
whisper into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, “There once was a time
when you looked at me like I was your savior. Now, your eyes scream in disgust.
Where you once melted, now, you flinch. I did that to you, and it kills me.”
He pushes off the wall and stalks back to the middle of the
room with his chest heaving. I was so concerned about my physical reaction, I
didn’t even notice he had one of his own.
room with his chest heaving. I was so concerned about my physical reaction, I
didn’t even notice he had one of his own.
“I’m not the monster you think I am.”
Author Bio
Jeannine Colette is a television producer, writer, mother, and philanthropist.
A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She currently freelances in the television industry while attending to her children and pursuing her writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the two tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley.
Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and the Hearing Health Foundation.
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