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Play On (Play On #1)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Samantha Young

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B074PVSLFN
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Nora O’Brien chased a dream from Indiana to Scotland, so sure it was the right thing to do. Three years later she was left in her adopted country with nothing to her name but guilt and regret.

Until Aidan Lennox entered her life.

Older, worldlier, a music producer and composer, the sexy Scot should never have made sense for Nora. But somehow, in each other, they found the light they were looking for, the laughter and the passion—the strength to play on despite their past losses.

But when life dealt Aidan another unlucky hand, instead of reaching for her he disappeared. The agonizing loss of him inspired something within Nora. It fired her spirit— the anger and hurt pushing her forward to take control and reach for her dreams.

Finally pursuing a career on stage while she put herself through college, everything is how Nora wants it. She’s avoiding heartbreak and concentrating on her goals.

Sounds easy but it’s not. Because Aidan is back. And for some reason he hates Nora.

He’s determined to be at war with her. And she has absolutely no idea why.

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My best friend’s mother once told me, “You would think after numerous attacks of grief the human body would be unable to process any more sadness. But our hearts have an annoying amount of endurance.”

Since she was one of the bravest people I knew, her words stuck with me as I grew older. And I found out she was right. Most people’s hearts are built to withstand loss and grief.

No one, however, said anything about guilt and regret and how those two things can haunt you long after loss.

I didn’t want to be haunted. No one does. So I was pretending I wasn’t and throwing all of my focus at my job. Not my job as a sales assistant in a cute boutique clothing store in Old Town. It just paid the bills. Barely. Which was why I was currently running late after doing overtime at the boutique. I took all the overtime I could get … unless it cut into my other job.

Not really a job, actually. It was so much more than that.

“Nora, can you help a customer?” Leah’s head appeared around the doorframe, looking into the closet we called a staff room. “Where are you going?”

I pulled on my backpack and strode past her. “Remember, I finish at twelve today. It’s five after.”

“But Amy isn’t here yet.”

“I’m sorry. I have to get to the hospital.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh? What happened?”

Life happened.

“Uh, excuse me …” A girl stood at the counter looking annoyed. “Can someone help me, please?”

Leah turned to help the customer and I took the opportunity to dash out of the store without having to explain myself. I knew my boss probably regretted hiring me. She hired two Americans: Amy and me. Only one of us lives up to our national reputation of being a friendly extrovert.

Take a guess which one of us.

It’s not that I’m not good at my job, or even that I’m not friendly. I just don’t share personal shit with people I don’t really know, and Amy and Leah seemed okay with telling each other everything from their favorite color to their partners’ ability to give them an orgasm on a Friday night.

As I climbed the hill from the shop and hurried up the old cobbled road of the Royal Mile, my anxiety increased. It was stupid because the kids would be there when I arrived, but I hated the idea of being late. In the weeks that I’d been visiting, I hadn’t been late once. And I still needed to change my clothes. I’d have to do it when I got there but before any of them saw me.

They called Edinburgh the windy city, and today—behaving like its forces were against me—it lived up to its name. I strode into the wind feeling its icy resistance. A whimsical part of me wondered if the city was trying to tell me something. Would I look on this day in the future and wish I’d listened to it and turned back? Weird crap like that crossed my mind a lot lately. I lived in my head.

But not one day out of the week.

Not today.

Today was for them.

Hurrying, I cut a twenty-minute walk down to fifteen. It would’ve been less if not for the damn wind. I almost skidded to a stop once I reached the ward, the nurses looking up in surprise when I appeared at their station sweaty and out of breath.

“Hey,” I puffed out.

Jan and Trish grinned at me. “We didn’t know if you were coming today,” Jan said.

I grinned back at Jan. “Only illness or death.”

Catching my meaning, she chuckled and came around the nurses’ station. “They’re all in the common room.”

“Where can I change before they see me?”

She shook her head in amusement. “They won’t mind.”

“I know.” I shrugged.

“Alison is in the common room, so her private bathroom will be free.” She gestured down the hall in the opposite direction of the common room.

“Thanks. Two minutes,” I promised.

“They’re already here. Both of them,” Jan said.

Relieved, I nodded and darted through Aly’s empty private room to her bathroom, the door banging shut behind me.

Yanking off my sweater and jeans, I began to feel a little hum of excitement in my belly, as I always did when I was about to spend time with them. And it was about them.

Really.

“It is,” I snapped at myself.

I pulled on my green leggings and shirt and was about to button the shirt closed when the bathroom door suddenly jerked open.

The breath left my body as I froze, looking up at his familiar eyes staring down at me.

He was so tall, his shoulders so broad, he almost filled the entire doorway.

I tried to open my mouth, to ask him what he thought he was doing, but the words got stuck as his gaze drifted from my eyes to my lips, and down. His perusal was long and thorough, from head to toe and back up again. He lingered on the sight of my bra beneath the open shirt, and when his eyes finally returned to meet mine, they were brimming with heat.


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