March 11, 2019
Amazon
Saorsa
[seer-sha]
Noun - Scottish Gaelic
Freedom, salvation, redemption, liberty.
It’s not a concept Charlotte Rose has ever considered.
She’s busted her tail her entire life.
Worked at her doomed marriage
and slaved to build the company she loves.
Work is life.
Love?…yeah, that’s something she’s learned to live without.
Divorced and tired of the fight over her beloved business,
she’s jaded and she knows it.
Charlotte needs a fresh start.
So she packs up and moves across the ocean,
to be with the one solid thing left in her life: Her best friend.
With all her energy focused on what the future holds,
she dives right back into old habits,
throwing herself into work and neglecting life and love.
She has no idea life is choking her until him…
They meet by chance, and now he’s everywhere.
He’s so centered, so calm.
She needs someone to save her from herself.
Redeem her from her past mistakes.
Free her to discover who she really is.
It’s clear that the enigmatic Rhys has found his saorsa.
The question is: Can he help Charlotte find hers?
EXCERPT
“Can I get your number?” he asks, catching my elbow to halt me and then letting it go just as fast.
I still for a moment then look back and shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He faintly tilts his head and studies me for a moment. The crystal blue of his eyes bore into me, breaking his stare I look over at Louise and Cami.
“Charlotte,” he implores in his rich whiskey voice. I move my gaze back to him, shaking my head. “How long are you in town for?”
“I’m here to stay,” I reply softly.
A hint of a smile quirks on his lips. “Maybe we will run into each other again then.”
“Perhaps,” I offer. “If we are meant to be friends, I’m sure the stars will align and we will meet again.” I was channeling my inner Louise with that line of rubbish. I have to bite the inside of my lower lip to keep myself from smiling.
“You are very intriguing, Charlotte.”
My name on his lips gives me pause, but I force myself to finish our goodbye. It’s for the best. This is the first day of my exciting new life, the last thing I want or need is to get tangled up in a messy break up. “I’ll catch you later,” I say with finality. Turning to walk away, I try to make a smooth departure but trip on air. One second I’m falling and the next I’m caught around my waist and lifted back up to my feet. I don’t even have a second to process what happened before he speaks.
“Careful, kitten,” he murmurs close to my ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I shiver, goose bumps ripple down my arms. I turn around to look at him and our faces are too close for comfort. I take a step back so that I can breathe. “Thank you, I’m not usually so clumsy.”
“It was my pleasure…What’s your last name?”
I wonder for a moment if I want to give him that information, but then it comes unbidden from my lips. “Rose.”
“Charlotte Rose.” He takes my hand, bending down to kiss my knuckles. “Until we meet again,” he says softly, and then he turns and walks away.