{"id":16978,"date":"2016-12-15T07:00:59","date_gmt":"2016-12-15T13:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=16978"},"modified":"2016-12-14T20:56:21","modified_gmt":"2016-12-15T02:56:21","slug":"coverreveal-giveaway-broken-wide-open-by-susan-griscom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=16978","title":{"rendered":"#CoverReveal #Giveaway – Broken Wide Open by Susan Griscom"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Title: Broken Wide Open<\/span><\/div>\n
Author: Susan Griscom<\/span><\/div>\n
Genre: Contemporary Romanic Suspense<\/span><\/div>\n
Editor: Chelle Olson from Literally Addicted to Detail<\/span><\/div>\n
Hosted by:\u00a0<\/span>Lady Amber’s PR<\/a><\/div>\n
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At an exotic resort, miles from home\u2026<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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He was just a man she met while enjoying a little un-honeymoon revenge on her husband of all of three hours.<\/span><\/div>\n
They became friends. No last names, no promises, commitments, or ties. <\/span><\/div>\n
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He becomes her boss. <\/span><\/div>\n
But is he the man she believes him to be?<\/span><\/div>\n
She thought so, until everything becomes broken wide open.<\/span><\/div>\n
Including her heart.
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Susan Griscom writes paranormal and contemporary romance. She’s hooked on sexy romances and is a huge fan of superheroes and bad boys confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers, and abilities beyond the norm mixed with steamy romance, of course. <\/span><\/div>\n
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She loves those days when she gets to sit around in her sweat pants, doing nothing but writing emotionally charged stories about love and violence.<\/span><\/div>\n
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She lives in Northern California in wine country and one of her favorite weekend excursions is wine tasting with the love of her life. Together, she and her romantic husband have five great superhero kids and eight mini-superhero grand kids, so far.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Author Links: <\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Website: http:\/\/susangriscom.com<\/a> <\/span><\/div>\n
Blog: http:\/\/swblog.susangriscom.com<\/a> <\/span><\/div>\n
Twitter: https:\/\/twitter.com\/SusanGriscom<\/a> <\/span><\/div>\n
Facebook Author Page: http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/SMGriscom<\/a>\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n
Amazon Author Page: http:\/\/amzn.to\/2efYV8l<\/a> <\/span><\/div>\n
Facebook personal:\u00a0 https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/SMGriscom<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
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**Unedited and subject to change**<\/span><\/div>\n

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How many times can a heart be broken?<\/span><\/div>\n

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Mine has been broken twice.<\/span><\/div>\n

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My mother, Sofie Davidson, formally Sofie Brighton, always said that losing a spouse from death was easier than going through a divorce. She ought to know, she\u2019d been through both. The divorce from my stepfather two years ago had been devastating to my mother. Oliver Davidson had raised me from the time I was six as if I\u2019d been his own daughter. But their divorce didn\u2019t break my heart. To my mother\u2019s dismay, Oliver was still in my life, still playing the role of doting father. He even walked me down the aisle today when I got married with my mother flanking my other arm. <\/span><\/div>\n

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My father, Pierce Brighton, had died when I was four. Some freak accident that my mother never wanted to talk about. That was a dark day. My mother stood at the front door crying while two policemen politely tipped their hats, saying how sorry they were for her loss. The rest of the conversation is jumbled in my head. All I remember or understood at the time was that my daddy wasn\u2019t coming home anymore. That was the first time my heart had been broken wide open. <\/span><\/div>\n

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I squeezed my eyes shut as I thought back to that day wishing he could have been here with me now. But in truth, I couldn\u2019t have asked for a better father than Oliver has been. That was in the past. Today was my future. Then I took a deep cleansing breath, embracing the new life I was about to partake. The ceremony had turned out perfectly. Sprinkles of rose pedals flanked each side of the aisle as we approached the archway where Craig stood with all his entourage of best friends. Along with his best man, Joel, there were five groomsmen standing by, which meant I had five bridesmaids in addition to my maid of honor, Lissa. I didn\u2019t really have that many best friends. Two would have been my choice, Kristen and Lissa, but Craig had insisted we have his six good buddies in the wedding. I\u2019d asked a couple of the girls from the restaurant I\u2019d managed along with his two sisters. It turned out to be just right. I couldn\u2019t have asked for a more perfect ceremony. Craig looked gorgeous in his dark tux. He wore a white rose on his lapel and his light brown hair was combed back away from his face instead of hanging down over his forehead like it normally did, partially shielding his beautiful blue eyes, which sparkled with love today. Or maybe it was lust. I had t admit I\u2019d been feeling a little lusty myself when I\u2019d seen him standing there as I walked down the aisle and the way he\u2019d grinned during the ceremony I had to hope he was thinking of what he\u2019d be doing later. He looked amazing.<\/span><\/div>\n

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The reception hall exploded with music, food, and laughter. Twenty tables, each graced with white rose bouquet center pieces, circled the dance floor where Craig and I\u2019d just finished all the customary dances. I\u2019d danced with Oliver, while Craig had danced with his mother. Shortly after that, Craig excused himself, kissed me on the cheek and took off toward a group of his buddies he\u2019d gone to college with. I watched him walk. His cool swagger ignited a heat within my core. He was gorgeous. He was mine. All six-foot two inches of taut muscle and smooth flesh. All mine. Lust aroused as I thought about what the evening had in store for us. When he reached the guys, he took the shot glass one of them held out, filled with something I assumed was Jack Daniels.<\/span><\/div>\n

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A fast tune blared from the speakers as the D-Jay stood behind a large black console pushing buttons on his equipment. Couples danced, mostly women bopping to the beat with each other as their husbands, boyfriends, or dates stood around drinking beer or cocktails solving all the problems of the world. <\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cGrace! Come on. You can\u2019t miss this. It\u2019s your wedding.\u201d Kristen grabbed my arm and tugged me into the line dance that had quickly formed in the middle of the room. Her soft green gown flowed over the floor along with her and I giggled trying my best to keep up. Line dancing wasn\u2019t exactly my strong suit. I managed a restaurant and bar, or had until I\u2019d met Craig. I\u2019d always been the one standing back watching all the fun from the other side of the bar. Until that night he walked through the room. His eyes caught mine. He smirked then proceeded to ignore me for an hour. I only knew he was ignoring me because I couldn\u2019t stop glancing over at the table where he sat with his back to me while he laughed and joked with his friends. It was almost an hour to the minute before he came up to the bar and asked what time I got off work. I\u2019d been completely taken by surprise. Here was this gorgeous man who could probably have had any woman in the entire bar\u2014of which there were at least half a dozen beautiful ladies milling about\u2014and he was asking me what time I finished. I\u2019d taken a step back, unsure he was even speaking to me. To this day, I still wonder what it was about me that attracted him to me that night. I hadn\u2019t exactly been dressed with the intention of attracting a guy, especially someone like Craig. I had very little make-up on and my hair hadn\u2019t been washed for three days. In fact, I\u2019d had to pull it back into a pony tail just to make it through another day before shampooing again. My hair was waist long and took forever to dry and style.<\/span><\/div>\n

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When I didn\u2019t answer Craig right away, he\u2019d asked again. I stammered a bit, but then found my voice and told him seven-thirty. He then informed me that he\u2019d be waiting for me at the front door because he was taking me to dinner. I thought for sure he\u2019d just been kidding around, but there he was standing at the door at seven-thirty. I hadn\u2019t been in the habit of dating customers, but there was something about Craig that I couldn\u2019t resist. <\/span><\/div>\n

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Kristen grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my reverie. She gave me a, what\u2019s-wrong-with-you look and I realized I\u2019d been so engrossed in my thoughts of Craig that I\u2019d been standing there beside her without moving. \u201cSorry.\u201d I smiled and began to copy what the other dancers were doing, but as hard as I tried to follow the gal\u2019s steps in front of me, I still messed up. Just as I was beginning to get the turns down, the confusing and exhausting line dance ended. I wrapped my arms around Kristen as we laughed and hugged each other. <\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cThat was nuts,\u201d I proclaimed, holding my hand over my chest trying desperately to catch my breath.<\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cIt would have been easier if you\u2019d moved your feet more in the beginning.\u201d She laughed. \u201cI bet you were daydreaming about Craig, right? I know I would have been. Grace, you just married the most eligible and richest bachelor in this county. You must be ecstatic!\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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Not to mention maybe a little overwhelmed, I thought to myself. Then I ran my fingertips down the delicate white lace and pearl gown I wore to smooth it out. I\u2019d found the dress online. At first, my mother had squawked at the idea of purchasing a wedding dress online. She couldn\u2019t imagine not being able to try it on first and she was a little disappointed not to be able to go out shopping for it. She\u2019d always told me that was something she\u2019d been looking forward to since the day I was born. I had assured her though, that no matter what, it could always be altered. When it arrived, all her doubts were forgotten as soon as I lifted it out of the package. It was the most gorgeous gown we\u2019d ever set eyes on. It was sleeveless with scalloped bodice and fell low in the back followed by a line of tiny pearl buttons. The delicate material hugged my rear end, then draped to the floor, fanning out behind me.\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cThe wedding was beautiful. And you make the most beautiful bride, Grace. I know Craig has been so utterly enamored by you today,\u201d Kristin said. \u201cHe couldn\u2019t keep his eyes off of you during the ceremony.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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And I hadn\u2019t been able to tear mine away from his either. This had been a fairy tale day to be sure. Kristen embraced me then bounced her way back onto the dance floor to join a small group of ladies bopping to the tune of ACDC\u2019s, \u201cYou Shook Me All Night Long.\u201d The giddiness building up inside of me, made me want to shout with glee and I couldn\u2019t contain the smile on my face as I went in search of my new husband. New as of about three hours ago. I believed it was time to cut the cake.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Glancing around the large ballroom of the Terra d\u2019Oro for my husband, elated about referring to Craig as my husband, I didn\u2019t spot him anywhere. I strolled across the wooden dance floor and headed for the door to the outside patio, passing decorated tables cluttered with empty and half full glasses of champagne, sidestepping guests with a polite apologetic, I\u2019ll-be-right-back-gesture with my finger, in search of the man I\u2019d be sleeping with every night for the rest of my life. The patio was much like the inside with partially filled glasses of champagne and other mixed cocktails. Oliver hadn\u2019t skimped on the amenities; that was for certain. He hadn\u2019t even made a remark when my mother announced that there had to be an open bar at her only daughter\u2019s wedding. I never had any doubts about Oliver\u2019s love for me. He\u2019d adopted me as his own shortly after he\u2019d married my mom. When they divorced two years ago, he made it quite clear that he would always be a part of my life. That, I was, for all intents and purposes, still his daughter and would always be. So of course, when it came to funding the wedding, he was all in, even though I had assured him that it wasn\u2019t necessary since Craig\u2019s family was essentially wealthy and had offered to fund the event, but Oliver would hear of it.<\/span><\/div>\n

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I searched around the small gatherings of various guests for Craig, but didn\u2019t see him anywhere. Where was he? <\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cGracie,\u201d Joel, Craig\u2019s best man sang my name as he sidled up close to me and draped his arm around my shoulders. <\/span><\/div>\n

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I laughed. \u201cJoel, are you drunk?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cNope. But I\u2019m on my way. It\u2019s not every day one of the four Kemosabes gets hitched.\u201d The endearing term used by the four grown men since\u2014I was told\u2014the fourth grade, came out a bit slurred, but most definitely understood. \u201cYou\u2019ve stolen him away with your charm and our little private club will never be the same.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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I laughed again. \u201cTrust me; I\u2019ll do my best to make sure Craig always stays close friends with all of you.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cYou better, or I\u2019ll just have to steal you away from him. You\u2019re too good for him anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
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He pursed his lips together making tiny wrinkles on his lips as he peered over me, his eyes narrowing as he searched the area. \u201cHe\u2019s not out here. Last time I saw him he was at the bar with Clancy.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cOkay thanks,\u201d I said and slipped away before he had a chance to stop me and searched for Clancy, aka Les Clancy, another member of said Kemosabes. Clancy was right where I thought he\u2019d be. Still standing at the bar where I\u2019d seen him last having a shot of something with Craig. But no Craig anywhere in sight. I sighed. I didn\u2019t want to talk to Les, I just wanted my husband. <\/span><\/div>\n

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\u201cGrace!\u201d Kristen caught my arm again. \u201cCome dance.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n

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She shook her head. \u201cI\u2019m sure he\u2019s around here somewhere. It\u2019s his wedding.\u201d She gave me that silly grin she had when ever she\u2019d been drinking and twirled back onto the dance floor, ignoring me. God, was everyone drunk at this wedding except me? I just hoped Oliver was still okay with having to pay for all the booze that seemed to be slipping way too easily down everyone\u2019s throats. I walked out into the hallway. I might as well take advantage of the time and visit the ladies room, which was all the way down at the other end of the hallway. I passed a couple a closed doors on the way and strolled by one left slightly ajar. I back-stepped as I heard someone moaning. I stopped and heard it again. Thinking someone was ill, I pushed the door all the way open and stared at the two bodies entangled in a frenzied heat.<\/span><\/div>\n

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