Title: Summer in Sweetwater County
Author: Ciara Knight
Publication: July 31, 2014
Synopsis
Rose Burton yearns to cut a strangling parental leash. After being diagnosed with diabetes, she hashes out a plan to graduate early so she can attend the University of Tennessee with the love of her life, Marcus Vega.
Marcus is a young man from the wrong side of the creek. After beating his addiction, he devotes himself to becoming a physician and earning the right to love Rose Burton. But devotion can't erase the past. When he's accused of being involved in a gang shooting, he risks everything to prove his innocence and protect the ones he loves.
Excerpt
Marcus
pulled down the long, winding, tree-covered driveway to the colonial-style
brick house. His 1979 Camaro sputtered and clanked to a stop on the pavers of
the half-circle drive at the front of the house, making him cringe.
“Thanks for a lovely picnic.”
Rose smiled, her bright-white teeth a contrast to her shiny, plump lips and
strawberry-blond hair.
He slid the gearshift
into park and rested his arm on the
back of her seat. “The pleasure was all mine.”
She playfully smacked
his shoulder then sagged into his chest, kissing him. The smell of fresh lilacs
filled his senses and he slid his hand down the back of her soft dress, raking
his fingers down the zipper.
With a sigh, she sat
back in her seat. “I’ll miss you tonight.”
“I’ll miss you, too. Text
me later.”
Rose’s eyes glistened
with mischief. “I’ll let you know when I finish. Then you can sneak over and
climb that trellis to my bedroom.”
Marcus tilted his head.
“Yeah, that’ll go over well. Your father would not only kill me, he’d hack me
to pieces and feed me to large coyotes in the middle of the woods so there
wouldn’t be any evidence.” He clutched the back of her neck and nudged her to
him. “But he’s not home right now.”
“Actually, he is.” It
wasn’t her sweet whispers that provoked the terror that flashed through him. It
was the meaning of her words.
He shot up and looked
straight ahead. There, on the front steps, stood Mr. Burton staring down at
them, arms crossed, brow furrowed.
“Guess I better go. I’m
totally busted.” She winked and stole a quick kiss. “It was worth it, though.”
Rose jumped out of the car and, with her head bowed, ran past her father.
He didn’t spare her a
glance, just marched toward Marcus.
Marcus gripped the
gearshift and contemplated tearing out of there, but if there was one thing
he’d never be, it was a coward. If Mr. Burton wanted to have words, he’d have
them. He shoved the car door open and stood eye-to-eye with the man.
Mr. Burton’s hair had
grayed around the temple, and his body had softened, but the man still commanded
respect. “We need to talk.” He scanned Marcus then the car. “My daughter wasn’t
supposed to be out with you today. Did you know that?”
Marcus refused to show
his anger at the man’s mocking tone. “Yes, I’m aware. Rose told me.”
“Yet, you took her to God-knows-where
anyway? You need to listen to me and stay away from my daughter.”
“Or what?” Marcus
regretted his words, but this man always brought out the worst in him. “Are you
going to have my dad fired? Oh wait, you already did that.”
“Your father’s a drunk
and I can’t have a man I can’t trust running operations in one of my
companies.”
Marcus shoved his hands
in his front pockets to hide his clenched fists. “Maybe so, but I’m not my
father and you can’t have me fired. You already tried, remember?”
“How you have so many
people in this town convinced you’re not the reject addict we both know you to
be, I’m not sure, but—”
“Listen, Mr. Burton.
I’m not going to get into this with you. You have an opinion of me that I’ll
never be able to change, but you might want to reconsider ordering your
daughter around or you’ll find yourself losing her.”
“To who? You?”
Marcus didn’t answer,
knowing the man wouldn’t listen. Instead, he opened the car door.
“You’re eighteen,
right? If you touch my daughter, I’ll have you arrested for statutory rape.”
Marcus clutched the
doorframe. The thought of ever harming Rose boiled his blood, but the sound of
that word infuriated him. “I’d never disrespect Rose. And I’ve done nothing to
make you distrust me.”
“Oh? So help me, I’ll
catch you one of these days and then have you put away. And even if I don’t,
the rumors will spread and you’ll be ostracized from this town. No one wants to
be around a sexual deviant. Besides, with your father—”
“Enough. You’ve made
your point. I won’t come around your house anymore, I can promise you that.”
“Good.” Mr. Burton
turned on his heel. “It’s about time you wised up.”
Marcus slid one foot
onto the car mat then said, “But if she comes to me, I won’t turn her away.”
With a quick slam of the door, he shoved the gearshift into drive and left the high-browed,
judgmental corporate tycoon behind.
Author Bio
Ciara Knight writes to 'Defy the Dark' with
speculative fiction books. Her Amazon #1 bestselling series, The Neumarian
Chronicles has received acclaimed reviews and awards. Escapement, book I, is a
Rone award nominee and Pendulum, book
II, scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from
InD’Tale Magazine, received a Night Owl Top Pick and is a Rone award finalist.
Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from
Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Night Owl’s Top Pick and won Book of the Month
at Long and Short Reviews.
When not writing, she enjoys reading all types of fiction. Some
great literary influences in her life include Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare,
Francine Rivers and J K Rowling.
Her first love, besides her family, reading, and writing, is
travel. She's backpacked through Europe, visited orphanages in China, and
landed in a helicopter on a glacier in Alaska.
Ciara is extremely sociable and can be found at Facebook
@ciaraknightwrites, Twitter @ciaratknight, Goodreads, Pinterest, and her
website ciaraknight.com.
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 1
Marcus
pulled down the long, winding, tree-covered driveway to the colonial-style
brick house. His 1979 Camaro sputtered and clanked to a stop on the pavers of
the half-circle drive at the front of the house, making him cringe.
“Thanks for a lovely picnic.”
Rose smiled, her bright-white teeth a contrast to her shiny, plump lips and
strawberry-blond hair.
He slid the gearshift
into park and rested his arm on the
back of her seat. “The pleasure was all mine.”
She playfully smacked
his shoulder then sagged into his chest, kissing him. The smell of fresh lilacs
filled his senses and he slid his hand down the back of her soft dress, raking
his fingers down the zipper.
With a sigh, she sat
back in her seat. “I’ll miss you tonight.”
“I’ll miss you, too. Text
me later.”
Rose’s eyes glistened
with mischief. “I’ll let you know when I finish. Then you can sneak over and
climb that trellis to my bedroom.”
Marcus tilted his head.
“Yeah, that’ll go over well. Your father would not only kill me, he’d hack me
to pieces and feed me to large coyotes in the middle of the woods so there
wouldn’t be any evidence.” He clutched the back of her neck and nudged her to
him. “But he’s not home right now.”
“Actually, he is.” It
wasn’t her sweet whispers that provoked the terror that flashed through him. It
was the meaning of her words.
He shot up and looked
straight ahead. There, on the front steps, stood Mr. Burton staring down at
them, arms crossed, brow furrowed.
“Guess I better go. I’m
totally busted.” She winked and stole a quick kiss. “It was worth it, though.”
Rose jumped out of the car and, with her head bowed, ran past her father.
He didn’t spare her a
glance, just marched toward Marcus.
Marcus gripped the
gearshift and contemplated tearing out of there, but if there was one thing
he’d never be, it was a coward. If Mr. Burton wanted to have words, he’d have
them. He shoved the car door open and stood eye-to-eye with the man.
Mr. Burton’s hair had
grayed around the temple, and his body had softened, but the man still commanded
respect. “We need to talk.” He scanned Marcus then the car. “My daughter wasn’t
supposed to be out with you today. Did you know that?”
Marcus refused to show
his anger at the man’s mocking tone. “Yes, I’m aware. Rose told me.”
“Yet, you took her to God-knows-where
anyway? You need to listen to me and stay away from my daughter.”
“Or what?” Marcus
regretted his words, but this man always brought out the worst in him. “Are you
going to have my dad fired? Oh wait, you already did that.”
“Your father’s a drunk
and I can’t have a man I can’t trust running operations in one of my
companies.”
Marcus shoved his hands
in his front pockets to hide his clenched fists. “Maybe so, but I’m not my
father and you can’t have me fired. You already tried, remember?”
“How you have so many
people in this town convinced you’re not the reject addict we both know you to
be, I’m not sure, but—”
“Listen, Mr. Burton.
I’m not going to get into this with you. You have an opinion of me that I’ll
never be able to change, but you might want to reconsider ordering your
daughter around or you’ll find yourself losing her.”
“To who? You?”
Marcus didn’t answer,
knowing the man wouldn’t listen. Instead, he opened the car door.
“You’re eighteen,
right? If you touch my daughter, I’ll have you arrested for statutory rape.”
Marcus clutched the
doorframe. The thought of ever harming Rose boiled his blood, but the sound of
that word infuriated him. “I’d never disrespect Rose. And I’ve done nothing to
make you distrust me.”
“Oh? So help me, I’ll
catch you one of these days and then have you put away. And even if I don’t,
the rumors will spread and you’ll be ostracized from this town. No one wants to
be around a sexual deviant. Besides, with your father—”
“Enough. You’ve made
your point. I won’t come around your house anymore, I can promise you that.”
“Good.” Mr. Burton
turned on his heel. “It’s about time you wised up.”
Marcus slid one foot
onto the car mat then said, “But if she comes to me, I won’t turn her away.”
With a quick slam of the door, he shoved the gearshift into drive and left the high-browed,
judgmental corporate tycoon behind.
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