Fix You by Carrie Elks

Elks
 
“Richard,
we had a baby
.”
31st
December 1999. Seventeen-year-old Brit, Hanna Vincent, meets New Yorker,
Richard Larsen; a Columbia student and step-son of scion Leon Maxwell. Divided
by wealth, distance and a common language, an unconventional friendship grows
between the two.
From
London to New York, from 1999 to 2012, Fix You follows the story of quirky,
music-loving Hanna and handsome, driven Richard as they fall in love and are
torn apart. Their tempestuous relationship leads to an explosive revelation
that threatens to destroy them both.
 
Emotional and touching,
this is a story of second chances
. Is
their shattered love beyond repair?
 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

 

 
 
 
Prologue
 
 
 
 
May
12th 2012
 
Richard had filled out nicely since she had
last seen him. The thin cotton of his shirt clung to his biceps, skimming his
taut abdomen as it tucked into his dress pants. His hips were still lean and
tight, and she closed her eyes as she tried not to remember how they had felt
between her thighs, as he had moved inside her, breathing softly in her ear, as
she had moaned and whimpered and—
 
She shook her head.
She wasn’t standing in his large, oak-panelled office just to take a trip down
memory lane, as pleasant as that might be. She had flown here, over three
thousand miles, to tell him what he deserved to know.
 
Inappropriate
laughter bubbled up in her throat as she considered the ridiculous melodrama of
the situation. Her 17-year-old self would be rolling her eyes, wondering how
this 29-year-old woman had managed to turn a seemingly promising life into a
soap opera.
 
She glanced up at his
face, looking at his lips, which had turned down into a deep scowl. His eyes
had narrowed beneath his brows, and his straight, patrician, nose was slightly
crinkled in response to her presence.
 
The contempt he felt
toward her was radiating from him.
 
Hanna tried to keep
her breathing steady, reminding herself that although she was in his
office, on the penthouse floor of his building, this was her
show.
 
She was in control.
 
If he viewed her with
contempt now, God only knew how he would feel once he’d heard what she had to
say. He had been an integral part of her life for so long—as a friend, a
confidante, even a lover—but never before did he have the power to break her.
 
“As nice as it
is to see you,” he drawled, the tone of his voice making it patently clear
that her being in his office was anything but nice, “I have a meeting in
five minutes. Exactly what is it that you want?”
 
He had no idea, but
this was it. Time to open her mouth and tell him what he needed to hear. Her
arms suddenly felt heavy, and her fingers trembled; a physical manifestation of
her nervousness. Her laughter was replaced by something more unsettling, as she
tried to take in a deep breath and form the words that she had travelled all
this way to say.
 
Her tongue darted out
to moisten her lips. She watched his gaze move down to her mouth, staring at it
with dark eyes, as her teeth drew in her bottom lip.
 
“Richard.”
Her voice was surprisingly strong. She could do this. She could tell him the
truth, and then get the hell out of here.
 
Back on a plane.
 
Back home.
 
Back to him.
 
“Richard, we had
a baby.”
 
 
 
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Carrie Elks lives near London, England and writes contemporary romance with a dash of intrigue. At the age of twenty-one she left college with a political science degree, a healthy overdraft and a soon-to-be husband. She loves to travel and meet new people, and has lived in the USA and Switzerland as well as the UK.

An avid social networker, she tries to limit her Facebook and Twitter time to stolen moments between writing chapters. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can usually be found baking, drinking wine or working out how to combine the two.

 
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