Title: Seeking Sanctuary
Author: Annie Anderson
Series: Shelter Me #1
Release Date: July 17, 2018
Genre: Romantic Suspense
One broken girl. Two brothers. One small town with a big secret.
Planning to escape her controlling boyfriend, Isla’s getaway hits a snag when a pair of pink lines show up on a pregnancy test.
Levi just needs an accountant. Someone smart, dependable, and someone who won't blow town and leave him in the lurch. When a pretty but battered woman falls into his arms, he can't help but offer her the job. If only he can convince her to take it.
As an unexpected death rocks this small Colorado town, Isla can't help but wonder if her past somehow followed her to the one place she's felt like home.
Some sanctuaries aren't as safe as they appear...
Planning to escape her controlling boyfriend, Isla’s getaway hits a snag when a pair of pink lines show up on a pregnancy test.
Levi just needs an accountant. Someone smart, dependable, and someone who won't blow town and leave him in the lurch. When a pretty but battered woman falls into his arms, he can't help but offer her the job. If only he can convince her to take it.
As an unexpected death rocks this small Colorado town, Isla can't help but wonder if her past somehow followed her to the one place she's felt like home.
Some sanctuaries aren't as safe as they appear...
Excerpt:
“You hungry, Sugar?” Levi’s voice broke into my thoughts and stilled my fingers on the keyboard. They had been working on autopilot as my brain ran over last night’s kiss. Every detail, every single sensation, everything – all on a loop, playing over and over again.
There were a million reasons to talk myself out of a relationship – or whatever this was – with Levi. Possibly a billion if I were being honest. But I was having a hard time making myself give him the ‘that was a mistake’ talk. I didn’t want to have that conversation at all, but the reason part of my brain really wanted to be heard. The emotional – and probably horny – part of my brain was beating reason back with a stick.
But still, the bitch had some good points.
Those points were vast, far-reaching, and possibly devastating for all parties involved. I should totally not go any farther into whatever the hell this was with Levi, but every time I thought I could muster up the courage to talk to him, he’d call me ‘Sugar’ or he’d smile at me, and I’d watch his lips pull in that half grin of his. That same half-grin that made my belly dip, and then the belly dip would take me back to how good his lips felt on mine. How I’d never, ever felt like that before, and then I’d be back where I started.
Not knowing what the fuck to do.
“Always,” I answered, saving my work and logging out as I yanked my jean jacket from the chair.
We headed to the diner, Levi’s shoulder brushing mine with every step. I didn’t quite know if he was holding himself back from me, or maybe he was taking baby steps, but I liked that even if he was wary of holding my hand, he still touched me somehow. Levi was decidedly in my space, just like in the kitchen. He stole the air and space in my little bubble, but somehow he gave it back to me too.
I felt greedy for it – the warmth of him being so close to me. But my greed made me feel guilty because it didn’t matter that I was starved for him – he didn’t know who I was.
Or what I’d done to get free.
There were a million reasons to talk myself out of a relationship – or whatever this was – with Levi. Possibly a billion if I were being honest. But I was having a hard time making myself give him the ‘that was a mistake’ talk. I didn’t want to have that conversation at all, but the reason part of my brain really wanted to be heard. The emotional – and probably horny – part of my brain was beating reason back with a stick.
But still, the bitch had some good points.
Those points were vast, far-reaching, and possibly devastating for all parties involved. I should totally not go any farther into whatever the hell this was with Levi, but every time I thought I could muster up the courage to talk to him, he’d call me ‘Sugar’ or he’d smile at me, and I’d watch his lips pull in that half grin of his. That same half-grin that made my belly dip, and then the belly dip would take me back to how good his lips felt on mine. How I’d never, ever felt like that before, and then I’d be back where I started.
Not knowing what the fuck to do.
“Always,” I answered, saving my work and logging out as I yanked my jean jacket from the chair.
We headed to the diner, Levi’s shoulder brushing mine with every step. I didn’t quite know if he was holding himself back from me, or maybe he was taking baby steps, but I liked that even if he was wary of holding my hand, he still touched me somehow. Levi was decidedly in my space, just like in the kitchen. He stole the air and space in my little bubble, but somehow he gave it back to me too.
I felt greedy for it – the warmth of him being so close to me. But my greed made me feel guilty because it didn’t matter that I was starved for him – he didn’t know who I was.
Or what I’d done to get free.
About the author
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life… interesting.
In her past lives, Annie has been a lifeguard, retail manager, dental lab technician, accountant, and now she writes fast-paced romantic thrillers with some serious heat.