SYNOPSIS:
Layton Morris and his brother Mike grew up not knowing what it would be like to live in a normal home. With no running water or electricity in their home, no parents around to protect them, they quickly learned how to survive and depend only on each other.
Layton Morris and his brother Mike grew up not knowing what it would be like to live in a normal home. With no running water or electricity in their home, no parents around to protect them, they quickly learned how to survive and depend only on each other.
When a tragic
accident takes Mike away from Layton, and the only other person that he ever
let into his heart walked away from him, leaving his heart shattered, Layton
focuses all of his time and energy into the ranch he and his brother dreamed
of. He makes a vow to himself to never let love in again. The last thing Layton
needed or wanted was more heartache.
Whitley Reynolds
grew up in a privileged home in upstate New York. When she landed the star
football player in high school no one was surprised, not even Whitley. She
dreamed of a life with Roger living in New York City and happily followed him
there.
The first time
Roger hit her for arguing with him about a dinner party, she forgave him. The
more it happened, the further Whitley withdrew from her friends and family. One
fateful day things go to far. Whitley makes a promise to herself and finds the
courage to do the one thing she thought she’d never be able to do.
Fleeing with her
best friend Courtney, Whitley was determined to put her past behind her and
start a new life in the small town of Llano, Texas, where no one would ever
find out about her past.
Will they both ever
learn to trust and love again, or will their pasts come back to haunt them, keeping them both alone and…
Broken
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Who is Kelly Elliott?
Really I'm just a wife to a wonderful
Texas cowboy who has a nack for making me laugh almost daily and supports my
crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he
loves me.....so I'll just go with that one!I'm also a mom to an amazing daughter who constantly is asking me to make her something to eat while she has her fingers moving like mad on her cell phone sending out what I'm sure is another very important text message!
Oh...and I like to sit down and write in my spare time!
I live in the Texas hill country and one of my favorite things to do is go for hikes around our property with my second favorite man, Gus....my chocolate lab and my sweet girl Rose, our golden retriever. When I'm not outside helping the hubby haul brush or move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for me that day, you will find me inside reading, writing or watching HGTV and soaking in a nice hot bubble bath.....yeah that last one I just made up but it sure does sound nice!!!
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Excerpt #1:
I rode along the fence line, just trying to clear my head.
This was where I did my best thinking. I loved it out here. I could get lost,
just being in the quiet of it all.
“Motherfucker! Son of a bitch! Stupid-ass car! Oh my God, I
hate you!”
What in the hell?
I came up over a small hill and saw a silver Lexus RX pulled
off on the side of the road. The girl standing next to the car, kicking the
wheel, was obviously from the city. She was dressed in light gray slacks and a
sheer white blouse. Her brown hair was pulled up and piled loosely on top of
her head. The way she was screaming at the tire and yelling at the car made me
smile instantly.
Too fucking cute. Damn
city girls.
“Piece-of-shit car!”
I let out a small laugh. “Excuse me, ma’am. You’ve got a
problem with your car?”
She spun around and threw her hands on her hips as she
tilted her head. When she crinkled up her nose, I guessed it was something she
did when she got mad.
“No, cowboy. I like standing on the side of the road in
Texas in the middle of July, yelling at my piece-of-shit car. I get a kick out
of it.”
Wow. What a bitch.
Yep, city girl. Bet she’s from New York or somewhere like that. “Wow. Full
of spit and fire, and here I was, trying to be a Southern gentleman and help
you out. If you prefer that I keep moving along, I’ll be more than happy to—”
“No! Wait! Oh God, please don’t go. I’ve been here for
almost an hour, and not one car has gone by. Not one! My cell phone doesn’t
have a signal, and you’re the first person I’ve seen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to be such a bitch. I’m late for my first big job interview, and I really
wanted this to go so differently.”
When she tried to hold back a sob, my heart sank.
Ah, shit.
I guided Cricket up against the fence, and then I pulled my
leg over and jumped.
“Oh shit! Aren’t you afraid your horse is going to run
away?”
I smiled at her and turned to look at Cricket, who seemed
just as amused by her comment as I was. “You know, I think Cricket might
actually like you. She’s not one for taking to people, but look at how she’s
staring at you.”
I turned to see the city girl peeking over at the horse with
a serious face. She slowly turned back to me and smirked.
“Are all Texas cowboys so…friendly?” She used air quotes as she said friendly.
I gave her my oh-so-famous smirk with a dimple. She didn’t
want to, but her lips cracked with the slightest grin. My heart dropped, but I
quickly pushed away the feeling.
“Nah, I’m one of a kind,” I said with a wink. “What’s going
on with the overpriced piece of junk?”
She looked back at the car and then at me. “I didn’t call it
that.”
“No, ma’am, you didn’t. I did.”
Excerpt #2:
“Will you do me a favor? I’m going to slowly start driving.
Will you lean out and take a look at the tire? Tell me if everything looks
okay.”
She nodded as she
grabbed on to the bar. She leaned out the side of the Jeep. “Okay…ready.”
I smiled and gunned it while I held the brake down. Mud flew
up everywhere, and she let out a scream that I was sure Mimi and her husband
Frank would hear.
I let off the gas and looked over toward her. She was
covered in mud.
“Oops. Sorry.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she balled up her fists. “You
asshole! My eyes are burning from the mud in them, you fuckwad!”
I lost it and started laughing. I laughed so hard that I was
pretty sure I’d snorted once or twice.
Whitley jumped out and began walking away.
“Where are you going?” I called after her.
“As far away from you as I can get!”
She turned and walked backward as she shot me the finger
with both hands. Then, she dropped out of sight.
I jumped out of the Jeep and ran over to her.
“Shit! Oh shit! Oh my God…shit!” She cried out over and over
as she held on to her ankle.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Whit, what’s wrong?” I dropped to
my knees.
She looked up at me, and the next thing I knew, I had a
handful of mud in my face. She smeared it all over my face and down my neck.
She started laughing, but then she quickly stopped when I looked at her.
“You better run,” I said, glaring at her.
“What?” She jumped up and started to run.
I gave her a good thirty-second head start before I went
after her. She kept looking back at me, laughing. She ran up to a group of
oaks.
“You think a few trees are going to stop me?” I asked with a
sly smile.
“Layton, let’s just call a truce, okay? Truce ’cause I’m
itching all over. I really need to get this mud off of me.”
I shook my head. “Oh no, Miss Reynolds. Payback is a bitch.”
“Wait! You got mud on me first! I was paying you back.”
I acted like I was going to run to the left and then made a
sharp move to the right. She screamed and tried to go left, but then she
slipped. I ran up to her, picked her up, and threw her over my shoulder. I
looked up and saw we were near the hunter’s cabin. There was a tank right
around the bend next to the cabin.
Oh yeah, her ass is
going in the tank.
“Layton, put me down! Layton! Oh. My. God. No, Layton, no!
Where are you taking me?”
She must have seen the tank because she started kicking and
screaming.
“Scream all you want, honey. No one can hear you!” I
laughed.
“Mimi! Frank!” she yelled out. “I know sound travels in the
country.”
“Whit, it’s pouring. No one can hear you.”
I smacked her ass, and she let out another scream.
“You’re crazy! Layton, please…I’ll do anything.”
I walked up to the edge of the tank and saw a snake. Shit. She lucked out!
I turned around and saw a huge mud puddle. I started walking
toward the cabin.
“Oh, thank God! I thought you were going to throw me in the
tank.”
“I was…but I saw a snake.”
She started screaming and kicking again. “Oh my God! Put me
down! I just want to go back to the house. I want down, Layton! Now!”
“You want down?”
“Yes! Right now, you asshole!”
“Okay then.” I dropped her right into the mud puddle.
Excerpt #3
“Court, you need to change jobs. I know you’re looking for
that perfect guy, like the ones in all those books you read, but you’re never
going to find him. He doesn’t exist.”
“Okay, first off, that’s my job. It’s so not fair to drag my
job into my manhunt. I love being a freelance editor, Whit, you know that.
Plus, my ass can live anywhere I want…hence, being able to pick up my life and
move to Texas with you!”
“I know you love your job, but the whole reason you’re not
with anyone is because you keep comparing them to the men you’ve read about in
those stupid stories.”
“Gasp! I can’t believe you called them stupid stories. I’m
so not buying you a Kindle for Christmas. Hey, I get more pleasure from my
books than anything. I love to read, and you should do it more often. It might
give you some hope, Whit. Prince Charming is out there, babe. Don’t give up.”
“First off, you buy
more books than anyone I know when your damn job is reading other people’s
books.”
“That’s different. I’m working when I read those. I need
pleasure reading.”
“Yeah, pleasure reading. How many vibrators have you gone
through because you get turned-on by those books?” I placed my hands on my
hips.
Courtney started laughing. “Oh my God. Are you jealous of my
Kindle? You want a hot story, Whit? I’ll recommend one to you. I’ll even buy it
in paperback for your ass.”
I shook my head. “Puh-lease. No book would ever get me to the point where I needed
to reach for a vibrator. Ever!”
The smile that spread across Courtney’s face said it all.
Ah hell, I’m in
trouble.
“One hundred bucks says I can get you reaching for one.”
I stood there, staring at her. “No way.”
“You’re a chicken.”
“I’m not a chicken, you bitch.” I turned and walked toward
the stairs.
“Two hundred then.”
I stopped and looked at her. “You’re really willing to put
up two hundred bucks to see if a book will turn me on enough to need a
vibrator?”
“Oh yeah. Just to prove your ass wrong. Baby girl, you have
no idea what you’ve been missing out on during the last few years you spent
with that asshole Roger.”
Just the mention of his name caused a shudder to travel
through my body. “Fine. One book. I’ll read one book, and if it doesn’t work, I
don’t ever want to hear about how hot your latest book boyfriend made you one
night.”
The smile on her face scared me slightly.
Oh dear God. What is
she gonna have me read?
As I turned to head up the stairs, she called out, “Wait!
What about tonight? Let’s just go and have a few drinks. I’d kind of like to
see a cowboy or two, Whit. Please!”
I really didn’t want that Richard guy hitting on me all
night, but I did want to relax a bit and grab a few beers. Anything to keep my mind off of Roger and New York.
“Fine, but I’m only going to stay for a couple of drinks.”
“Yes! You’re the best!”
The next thing I knew, she was flying past me and up the
stairs.
“Jesus, what’s the rush?”
She turned and looked at me like I was nuts. “I have work to
do—shower, shave, search for an outfit, do my makeup and hair. My God, Whit, it
takes work to get beautiful.”
I shook my head. “Pesh, if they don’t see you for how
beautiful you are without going through all that shit, then fuck ’em.”
“You can say that. You’ve given up on men for all eternity.
I just want one good fuck. I haven’t had sex in way too long.”
My mouth dropped open as she turned and walked into her
room.
“You’re kidding, right, Court? Court?”
Oh God…she didn’t just
say she wanted to be fucked, did she? This is going to be one long night.
My Review
5/5
This was the first Kelly Elliot book I've read and I have to say that I fell in love with her writing style the moment I picked it up. Not only does she write about incredibly hot Texas men, she writes them in as the way that I always seem them in my head. Strong, charming, and always ready to rescue their woman. Not to mention the pet names like honey and sweetheart for every female that they encounter. (It's a southern thing)
Whitley is the girl who thought she'd found love early on. Her high school sweetheart was suppose to be her one and only. And he was, until the worst thing she thought possible happened. Even though it stopped for a while, it was never truly over. The only way for her to get away from it was to start a new life. That's when Texas came into the picture.
Layton is the southern charmer that every woman wants to be with. He's got a drop dead gorgeous smile and is the embodiment of a true southern man. He's always there for his friends and never goes back on a promise. But, like any human being, he has his short comings.
Broken is not only about finding true love, but also about letting go of the past. The past is in the past for a reason and it's meant to stay there. The hurt stays with you, but it takes the right person to come around and help you pick up the pieces in order to heal and let go of it. Holding onto the past only hinders your future.
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