From Best Selling author R.C. Stephens, comes
a poignant, emotional story about the power of first love and the promise of
second chances.
Where Promises Die
By R.C. Stephens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2017
Haunted by a childhood trauma that leaves her orphaned, eleven-year-old Grace finds herself on the doorstep of the Duncans, her new adoptive family, broken and unable to speak. Catapulted from a bustling New York City life, she must find a way to call the rural town of Sade, Iowa her new home. Twins Eisav and Jacob Duncan immediately take a liking to Grace, wanting to erase the dark shadows etched on her perfect features.
As the twins vie for her affection, it becomes clear which one makes her smile.
Grace never has a choice for falling in love.
What starts as a way to coax his adopted sister to speak and smile, blossoms into the kind of love that lasts a lifetime.
In this small town it shouldn’t be a crime to fall in love . . .
Isaac Duncan warns his son to stay away from the forbidden fruit. Eisav never listens.
Now an intricate web of lies and secrets stand in the way of Eisav winning back the only woman he has ever loved.
In a place where yesterday’s promises were broken, Eisav must learn what it truly means to love and cherish . . .
But is he too late?
Eisav rode up on
his bike, clearly out of breath, and immediately acknowledged Gracie’s
defensive stance. His brother had placed his hand on her shoulder as Eisav was
riding up, and he wanted an explanation before he knocked his lights out. Eisav
had never been known to rein in his temper so without waiting for a response,
he threw his bike abruptly to the ground and stomped over to Grace and
Jacob.
“What’s going
on?” He furrowed his dark brows while his voice barked, shooting Jacob an icy
glare. Grace turned her head down to the pavement and kicked at some small
rocks nervously. With no response from Jacob or Grace, he took a few more steps
closing the distance between himself and his twin. “Don’t ever touch her
again,” he snapped. It was a simple ‘Grace was his period’ kind of
statement.
“That’s a little
presumptuous of you, Brother, don’t you think?” A slow, sly smile curved on
Jacobs lips. Eisav was used to Jacob’s goading. He had a hot switch and his
brother loved pushing it.
“Don’t goad me,
Brother. What the hell are you two doing out here this late at night anyway?”
Eisav asked through ragged breaths. It was taking everything in him not to
floor Jacob right now. If it weren’t for Grace’s close proximity, he would
clock his brother for sure. His gaze drifted to Grace while he waited for a
response, only she refused to look him in the eye. He knew something was
terribly wrong.
“That’s none of
your business,” Jacob responded coolly, clenching his jaw. “Who gave you the
right to be territorial over Grace anyway? She’s a member of the family. I have
every right to spend time with her.”
“Don’t push me,
Brother.” Eisav lifted a finger close to his brother’s face. He was taller and
built stronger.
Jacob didn’t
back away from the warning. “What are you going to do, Eisav? Hit me? Father
will come out here, and we know who’ll get into trouble,” Jacob chided with a
condescending tone.
Grace wrapped
her arms around her waist. Eisav knew that she hated to see them
fight.
“Fuck you,
Jacob. If I ever see you touch Grace again … I’ll destroy you myself,” Eisav
warned with brutal honesty in his words.
Grace stood
quietly off to the side.
Jacob lifted his
palms in the air in surrender but then spread his fingers and twiddled them,
showing he was not scared of Eisav. “I will not give into your primitive ways
tonight. At least not in front of Grace. The girl simply deserves better,”
Jacob said, gazing at Grace briefly with a soft smile before walking away. His
smirk told Eisav that he felt like he had won this round. “Have a good evening,
Grace,” Jacob muttered before pulling the door to the house open and
disappearing inside.
Grace remained
rooted in her spot. She was clearly expecting an explanation from Eisav. It
irked him that she wouldn’t look at him. At thirteen, her auburn hair had grown
thick and long in slight waves. She was tall and slender, her skin a pale,
milky color, her eyes resembling the forest at night. He sensed the tumult in
her glare and a sudden wave of nausea washed over him when he figured out why
she wouldn’t look at him. He knew it was only a matter of time before she
figured out where he had been running off. His demeanor softened. He felt
terrible, even ashamed, but he was also a fifteen-year-old boy with raging
hormones. Grace was simply not ready for certain things. She was too young, too
pure. If he were being honest with himself, then he would have admitted the
real reason he left most evenings was because he wanted something he couldn’t
have.
Instead, he
chose to fill his nights lip-locked with slutty girls whose names he couldn’t
remember by morning. It seemed easier than spending valuable time with Grace
while they sat next to each other, talking, playing cards, and singing in such
close proximity that he just had to lean forward and take a taste of what he
assumed would be the sweetest lips ever. There was only so much resolve he had,
and so he worked out his frustrations during the week while spending weekends enjoying
her company. He thought it was a win-win situation … until now.
R.C. Stephens was born in Toronto, Canada. She graduated from York University with a Master's Degree in Political Science.
Her debut Novel Bitter Sweet Love is book one of the Twisted Series. Followed by Twisted Love to be released May 31st 2015.
R.C. is an avid reader, so when she isn't cooking for her clan or on her laptop writing, she's snuggled tight with her Kindle devouring any romance novel she can. Okay, with the exception of Thursday nights. She makes time for Scandal and Vampire Diaries. She's a fan of drama and suspense but she's also a sucker for a happy ending.
Her husband was her first teenage love. They live together with their three children in Toronto. Loving Canadian winters she could never think of living anywhere else.
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