Cover Reveal: Blue







Title: Blue

Author: S.M. West

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Cover Couture Design

Release Date: July 12, 2017





Blurb



Blue. The color of devotion.


CARYS WOLFE is my heart.


Mine, always.

Leaving her nearly killed me.

I thought it was the only way to keep her safe.

She’s moved on, and I want her back.

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EVAN HART is myheart.

Loving him is my destiny. I waited my entire life for our time, for us to finally be together, only to have him leave.

Now he’s back.

Though my mind can’t forgive him, my heart can’t forget.






Excerpt


“Evan, I want to know what happened, but

I have a life now and you need to know…” She trails off, her eyes darting away

from mine.


                “What?”


                Gazing up at me, she continues,

“Whatever you have to say, it’s not going to change a thing. We’re over.”


                My heart twists and breathing

becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her

words cut deep, hurting even though they aren’t true. Sure, she believes them

on some level—she had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with

the hurt and disappointment swimming in her eyes, there’s also tenderness and

love.            


“Tell me you’re happy and I’ll walk away.”


We always pushed each other, challenged the other to

face our fears, to be honest with ourselves, with each other. I need to hear

her say it. I don’t believe it, but if she is over me, I need to hear it in her

voice and see it in her face—not because I want to, but because it’s the only

way I can even begin to accept that we’re over. Even then, it’s not possible.


“I’m happy.” Her tone is laden with bravado, but no

true emotion. Even her gaze, which never wavers from mine, is flat.


Shaking my head, I briefly cast my eyes downward to

suppress my smile. “No, you’re not.”


“Van.” I flinch at that fucking name.


As a child, I thought it was so fucking cool to have a

nickname that only my best friends would call me. Now, hearing “Van” from her

pretty lips, I want to obliterate the word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss

the word out of her.


“You can call me asshole for all I care, you’re not

happy,” I retort in frustration. Catching my tone, I breathe deeply and loosen

my fists to relax. “Don’t lie to me, and most of all, don’t lie to yourself.”


“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You want to

see what you want. I’m with Greg, and we’re happy.”


She grimaces infinitesimally, then averts her eyes

from me. Unable to read her, I’m not sure if it’s because she means it and

doesn’t want to hurt my feelings or if the lie tastes nasty in her mouth.


“Sweetness, I know everything there is to know about

you, without apology. You can’t lie to me.”







Author Bio










S.M. West is an indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires. 


She spends her time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that, she's a self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.  


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