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*Excerpt Reveal* Next August by Kelly Moore

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About Next August:

August Rylan has more money than he knows what to do with, and more secrets than anyone man can keep. He’s a public figure— a billionaire business genius and eligible bachelor—with no personal life, and he likes it that way. Tragedy has followed August throughout his life, and by the time he meets Nashville Jacoby, the secrets he’s harboring aren’t just sad, they’re dangerous.

Nashville is a nurse from the Deep South—the consummate country girl. She works hard, takes care of her family, and dreams of a simple life. She’s drawn to August, despite his refusal to open up to her, his intimidating fortune, and his controlling tendencies. He’s not only mesmerized by her physical beauty, he’s enthralled by her kind heart and sassy honesty. Their intense sexual chemistry surprises them both, and soon they’re locked in a passionate love affair. When August’s secrets finally catch up with him, however, their relationship isn’t the only thing that’s at stake. Someone from the past wants revenge on August and isn’t afraid to destroy the one thing August’s money can’t buy—the woman he loves.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

I feel a little unsteady when I park at the cemetery. The loneliness I feel here always depresses me, but I need to see her. I walk through the maze of headstones. For years, there was only a small memorial on her grave. With the first real money I made, I replaced it with a statue of an angel. Canailles surround her. She used to grow them in our yard. The smell of them reminds me of her. Our house never felt like home again after she died. Dad made life so difficult. I know he missed her and blamed me, but I missed her too.

“Hi, Mom. The flowers are looking nice. You would love them. Dad is the same.” I swallow hard.

“Sam just graduated from high school. You would be proud of him, just like I am. And Claire…you two could have been good friends. She reminds me of you. Shit has stirred up with dad again. I should’ve expected it.”

I sit on a bench I had placed by her gravesite. “I have a beard now.” I fumble for words. “I cut my hand when I was mountain climbing with Sam and I met a girl. She has the most beautiful blue eyes. She’s sweet and smart. She’s not at all like other women that I’ve met. You would love her. I’m not sure what to do with her. My life has been so fucked up for years, I don’t want her involved, but I feel like this woman could be my lifeline. The funny thing is, I just met her, but her soul draws me into her. She has a light about her that I can’t explain. I need her and I haven’t needed anyone in years.”

I ignore the phone vibrating in my pocket and I keep talking to her like she hears me. I used to do this every week, now I don’t come but every couple of months. Some people would be surprised to see a grown man talking to a stone angel, especially a man who is as serious as I always am. But I don’t care. Sometimes I just miss my mom.


About Kelly Moore:

Kelly Moore was raised in Mt. Dora, Florida, a true southern girl with a sarcastic wit. Gypsy traveling nurse by day and romantic author by night. Loves all things romantic with a little spice and humor. Loves two characters who overcomes their pasts to fall in love and have a happy ending. Wife, mother, grandmother and dog lover. Travels the US in a fifth wheel making memories and making friends.


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