BROKEN PROMISES (A Novel)

A new romance novel by New York Times bestselling author H.M. Ward.
One night, one time, one word is all it takes to wash away a decade of reason and regret. One secret threatens to push Trystan Scott six feet under, and, when those blazing blue eyes turn to me for help, how can I say no?

Before the billionaire playboy with rock-hard abs and a totally lickable dimple rose to stardom, we were friends for a while and lovers for a night. Though that was nearly a decade ago, our connection burns brightly in my memory. We weren't a one-night stand, not to me.

But I can admit it--I got played. To him, I was just another conquest. Now my beautiful best friend is long gone, and I've moved on. Until fate forces us to meet face to face, and everything I felt for him comes rushing back. Trystan is crashing and burning fast. The press are flocking like vultures, waiting for him to kill himself or worse. His mistakes earn them millions and I'm the only one who has a chance at saving him.

Genre: Contemporary, Raw Romance
Type: Novel, 437 pgs
Stand alone, no cliffhanger, with epilogue

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~FROM BROKEN PROMISES~

Leaning back against the pillows, I smile. For the first time in my life, I'm truly happy. I'm in college, loving my classes, and dating the perfect guy.

Trystan stops suddenly and looks over at me. He doesn't say anything.

"What?" I laugh at the curious expression on his face. It's like he's hoping I'll buy him a puppy.

"You're beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful--your face, your body, your soul." The intensity of his words is palpable. I can feel them wash over me and connect inside me. That connection we've always shared is there and growing stronger.

Trystan's lashes lower as he watches my mouth. He keeps one hand on his guitar and leans in toward me. My pulse races faster as my body heats up. His kisses consume me, lighting me up from the inside out. I don't move. I let him come to me, pressing his body against mine. His free hand traces my lower lip with the pad of his finger before cupping my cheeks and pulling me close enough to press his lips to mine.

It's hard to keep things light with Trystan. Every kiss is heated, making me want more. I'm almost there with him, but I wanted to be sure. I want to be certain he loves me. I want to know he'll stay. He has a reputation that worries me, but he can't fake this, can he? What guy would go through what we've been through together for a quick tryst? I push the worry away. It's been too long, too much has happened to continue worrying about being a notch in his belt at this point.

The kiss ignites and soon my skin tingles all over wanting his hands touching me.

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