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“Beautifully Broken Spirit is a beautiful, emotional and memorable friends-to-lovers romance with a dash of intrigue and suspense that ensures you stay on the edge of your seat.”-- Frolic
Beautifully Broken Spirit, an all-new beautiful and emotional standalone in the Sutter Lake Series from Catherine Cowles is available now!
She’s always been his safe place to land.
Jensen has shared a special bond with Tuck for as long as she can remember, their friendship a language that never needed words. But as life threw her one curveball after another, that secret language turned to stony silence.
He’s always been her protector.
Tuck has looked out for Jensen since the day she was born. As his best friend’s little sister, he’s tried to keep her firmly in the friend category. But she’s always been more.
All it takes is one moment of weakness to send Tuck’s fiercely guarded walls crumbling to the ground. As a new fire burns between them, someone watches. Someone who doesn’t like the new life Jensen’s building for herself.
And they’ll stop at nothing to keep her in the dark.
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4 Heart Review by AshleyGAH! I have been waiting for this book since I took my first trip to Sutter Lake. And let me tell you, Catherine Cowles did not let me down. Jensen and Tuck's friends-to-lovers journey was rife with emotion and had me hanging on every word. I'll admit I was a bit nervous going in but only because I didn't want anything else bad to happen to Jensen. She had been through a lot, most of it out of her control, but still found a way to push forward. She found solace in her work, her son and her horses. But when an unknown threat starts putting her and the things she loves most in danger, it was Tuck to the rescue. Oh Tucker. What a strong and protective man. I loved how every rule he set for himself got broken with Jensen. How he couldn't say no even when he tried. How he sacrificed his happiness to try and give Jensen what he thought was best for her (spoiler alert, it wasn't). How when everything was on the line, he didn't let anything stop him from getting to his woman. This book had me on edge from page one. Full of suspense, mystery, steam and danger, Beautifully Broken Spirit kept me up all hours reading. I had an inkling early on about who was behind all the mayhem and misery that was playing out. But as the story wore on, I doubted myself and was going in a totally different direction. Talk about heart pounding. I was torn between angry and anxious as everything unfolded and the evil doer was revealed. I should've trusted my first instinct- I was right. The journey that Tuck and Jensen take to finding love with one another is tender and downright touching. They way they battled the demons of their past to pursue their future together gave me belly flutters. And that ending! It was just perfect. My fingers are crossed that Catherine Cowles takes me back to Sutter Lake soon because Kennedy needs a book!
Excerpt “Hey, Little J.”My entire world seemed to tunnel as my vision went black, and my knees buckled. “Shit!” Strong hands caught me before I could hit the floor. I blinked rapidly as Tuck’s face came into focus. His expression was full of worry. “Are you okay?” He settled me into one of the café chairs. My stomach pitched. “I’m fine. Just got up too fast. You startled me.” Tuck’s brow furrowed. “The door was unlocked.” “Well, I thought I’d locked it.” Tuck let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a growl of frustration. “You need to be more careful. Anyone could’ve come in here, and you wouldn’t have even known. Just because we live in a small town doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take precautions.” I pinned him with a stare that should’ve had him taking a step back. “I know that. Believe me, I of all people fucking know that.” Tuck winced. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I waved him off. “I know.” I pushed up to stand, but the world turned wobbly again, and Tuck pressed me back into the chair. “Oh, no, you don’t. When’s the last time you had something to eat?” I tried to think back. I guess I had missed lunch. “A granola bar in the car on the way to drop Noah off at school?” This time Tuck did growl. “You need to take better care of yourself.” My skin prickled. “I take fine care of myself, you big behemoth.” “I’m not seeing a whole lot of evidence of that lately. You take care of everyone but yourself.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he kept right on going. “You stay right here while I go fix you a snack.” Tuck pinned me with a hard gaze. “You move a muscle, and I will paddle your ass.” My jaw came unhinged, but simmering heat pooled low in my belly. My hands fisted. What the hell? Before I could regain any semblance of the ability to speak, Tuck had turned on his heel and strode towards the kitchen. Had I actually hit my head? Was I now in some sort of coma-induced alternate universe where Tuck threatened to spank me? And why the hell did some part of me like the idea? I was clearly in some sort of hunger-induced brain misfire. That was the only reasonable explanation. I did all kinds of crazy stuff when I went too long without sustenance. Yes, those crazy things were generally something like eating an entire pan of brownies in one sitting. They weren’t typically the burning desire to climb one of my best friends since birth like a tree. But hunger could make you do lots of insane things. Tuck emerged from the kitchen juggling a plate with the largest sandwich I’d ever seen and a tall glass of what looked like apple juice. He came towards me with what I could only describe as a swagger. Had his hips always moved like that when he walked? Don’t get me wrong, I knew Tuck was attractive. Hot even. I’d had the requisite crush on him throughout my middle school years and even into high school. But he had always treated me like a little sister. Someone he liked hanging with. But never once had he given me even a single hint that he was interested in more than friendship. And I’d grown up. I’d put him firmly in the big-brother category. So, why, all of a sudden, was my body reacting to him? It had to be my dry spell. Could it even be called that if it was as dry and vast as the Sahara? I needed to get laid and stat. Because the last thing I needed was to fall for a guy who was a walking one-night stand.
About Catherine Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend. Connect with Catherine Amazon: https://amzn.to/2IEQXSw Facebook: http://bit.ly/2Lc4mU0 Twitter: https://twitter.com/catherinecowles Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2RFY7Jv Instagram: http://bit.ly/31TE3rJ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2xdUZLn BookBub: http://bit.ly/2J3dWWF Website: https://www.catherinecowles.com/ Stay up to date with Catherine by joining her mail list:
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