Where Promises Die by R.C. Stephens is an emotional love story releasing on February 20th!
Meet Grace & Elsav in this first look of this upcoming powerful second chance romance.
Meet Grace & Elsav in this first look of this upcoming powerful second chance romance.
Grace inhaled a deep breath and went back outside. As she walked toward the forest, she picked up speed with each step, unable to get to Eisav fast enough. She approached the pond and noticed his clothes were strewn all over the grass. Her hot skin flushed at the thought of him in that pond naked. When she looked at the water there was no sign of Eisav. She let out an exasperated breath just as he broke through the surface of the water from below. His body shot up with such force, his strong arms and stomach on full display. Grace jumped, holding onto her heart.
“Shit, you scared the crap out of me.” She took a step back. Sweat from the brisk walk caused her uniform to stick to her, and she fanned herself with her hand.
“Not as much as you scared me. I thought I was out here alone,” he said with a dry chuckle.
Grace’s eyes dropped to the clothes strewn on the ground, and she sighed. “Apparently.”
Eisav’s eyes darkened then he pulled his gaze away from her. “Why don’t you come in here for a swim?” he asked with a taunting tone.
Grace pursed her lips together and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously? You haven’t invited me in there with you in over a year.”
“Well, you don’t really require an invitation to my pond anymore because I saw you swimming in here on your own.” He cocked his right brow, goading her. Something more dark and primal had taken control of him.
Grace tilted her head to the side, clearly shocked by his revelation. She had been insulted that he didn’t want to swim with her. They had been swimming in that pond together for years. It was his pond when she first arrived, but somewhere along the way it had become their pond.
“You were watching me?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he answered, mischief gleaming from his charcoal eyes.
Grace wasn’t sure of what to do or say next. She was used to this challenging side of him, but now his intentions were of a different nature. It almost seemed like flirting. Boys flirted with her at school, but coming from Eisav it was a completely different ball game. She had loved him before she even understood love, and probably because she knew he was all kinds of trouble. She knew Declan York was also all kinds of trouble, and he was seriously handsome, but she had waited for Eisav too long. Maybe she had an affinity for the bad boys in town.
As she stood staring at Eisav’s wide, hard chest, she was overcome with a bold streak and began unbuttoning her now practically see-through white shirt.
“What are you doing?” Eisav’s eyes went round.
She internally giggled to herself as she played his own game. “You wanted me to come for a swim,” she replied nonchalantly with a hint of mischief in her own cool stare. Eisav wanted to goad her? Fine. She hoped he was ready for his own medicine. He was a wild one, but so was she. She may have been a good girl, but her heart was soring and free as a bird.
“Can you keep your clothes on?” he asked, holding a hand over his eyes.
“Come on, Eisav. I’m sure I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before,” her words were playful but also meant as a jab.
He separated his middle and index finger slightly when he spoke. “I don’t think those girls have anything like what you have Grace. I think swimming with clothes on is definitely a good idea,” he replied with an insistent and slightly frantic tone. Grace couldn’t help but cackle inside. Just moments ago he had seemed so bold.
“I can’t believe you. You don’t have any clothes on,” she said, looking at the clothes littering the ground.
“Are you sure about that Gracie?” he asked, looking down into the water.
Grace wasn’t so sure. Maybe he had boxers on in the water. She was so overwhelmed by his bare chest, she almost stripped naked in front of him.
“What does it matter? It’s a bra and panties, just like a bathing suit,” she insisted as a wave of courage continued to wash over her. She moved her fingers swiftly over the buttons of her top, allowing it to drop to the grass, followed by the horrid plaid skirt, which was too warm for this weather anyway.
Eisav’s glare heated as his eyes roamed over her milky skin. Her bare body made his throat bob, and it gave her satisfaction.
“Green-eyed angel, eyes so bright, don’t take one step further. I promise it will cost you your virtue and you can’t ever get it back. Trust me, angel, I am black. Black to the soul, like I was told, so please, angel, take a step back.”
As Eisav created another melody, Grace’s heart fluttered in her chest as it always had when he recited song lyrics he wrote for her. Only this time his words stung because he was calling himself black and threatening her virtue. Something in his words snapped her back to reality, and she took a few slow steps toward him into the water.
“You were never dark or black. They don’t know you because they won’t take the time to know you, but it’s their loss, Eisav. It’s their loss that they don’t know what a kind and gentle soul you are,” she said as she moved even closer to him. The water was cool and welcome against her dewy skin. When she reached him, she placed her arms around his neck. “There was a reason I followed you out here,” she began, and he took a big gulp.
“And that was?” he asked with a stammer. It was actually laughable that a guy with his experience around girls was so nervous around a virgin.
“Something hit me, Eisav. Our promises … We managed to keep some over the years, but there were some important ones we forgot.” She swallowed through the pain she was feeling.
Eisav’s eyes closed and when they opened again, there was a gentleness that had not been there for a while. “I’m patient,” he immediately responded. “I have not tried to kiss you or take your virtue.” He laughed.
“Yes, but you’ve taken the virtue of almost every young woman in a twenty-mile radius.” She tilted her head to the side, almost challenging him to say different. Of course he couldn’t disagree with the truth.
“Shit, you scared the crap out of me.” She took a step back. Sweat from the brisk walk caused her uniform to stick to her, and she fanned herself with her hand.
“Not as much as you scared me. I thought I was out here alone,” he said with a dry chuckle.
Grace’s eyes dropped to the clothes strewn on the ground, and she sighed. “Apparently.”
Eisav’s eyes darkened then he pulled his gaze away from her. “Why don’t you come in here for a swim?” he asked with a taunting tone.
Grace pursed her lips together and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously? You haven’t invited me in there with you in over a year.”
“Well, you don’t really require an invitation to my pond anymore because I saw you swimming in here on your own.” He cocked his right brow, goading her. Something more dark and primal had taken control of him.
Grace tilted her head to the side, clearly shocked by his revelation. She had been insulted that he didn’t want to swim with her. They had been swimming in that pond together for years. It was his pond when she first arrived, but somewhere along the way it had become their pond.
“You were watching me?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he answered, mischief gleaming from his charcoal eyes.
Grace wasn’t sure of what to do or say next. She was used to this challenging side of him, but now his intentions were of a different nature. It almost seemed like flirting. Boys flirted with her at school, but coming from Eisav it was a completely different ball game. She had loved him before she even understood love, and probably because she knew he was all kinds of trouble. She knew Declan York was also all kinds of trouble, and he was seriously handsome, but she had waited for Eisav too long. Maybe she had an affinity for the bad boys in town.
As she stood staring at Eisav’s wide, hard chest, she was overcome with a bold streak and began unbuttoning her now practically see-through white shirt.
“What are you doing?” Eisav’s eyes went round.
She internally giggled to herself as she played his own game. “You wanted me to come for a swim,” she replied nonchalantly with a hint of mischief in her own cool stare. Eisav wanted to goad her? Fine. She hoped he was ready for his own medicine. He was a wild one, but so was she. She may have been a good girl, but her heart was soring and free as a bird.
“Can you keep your clothes on?” he asked, holding a hand over his eyes.
“Come on, Eisav. I’m sure I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before,” her words were playful but also meant as a jab.
He separated his middle and index finger slightly when he spoke. “I don’t think those girls have anything like what you have Grace. I think swimming with clothes on is definitely a good idea,” he replied with an insistent and slightly frantic tone. Grace couldn’t help but cackle inside. Just moments ago he had seemed so bold.
“I can’t believe you. You don’t have any clothes on,” she said, looking at the clothes littering the ground.
“Are you sure about that Gracie?” he asked, looking down into the water.
Grace wasn’t so sure. Maybe he had boxers on in the water. She was so overwhelmed by his bare chest, she almost stripped naked in front of him.
“What does it matter? It’s a bra and panties, just like a bathing suit,” she insisted as a wave of courage continued to wash over her. She moved her fingers swiftly over the buttons of her top, allowing it to drop to the grass, followed by the horrid plaid skirt, which was too warm for this weather anyway.
Eisav’s glare heated as his eyes roamed over her milky skin. Her bare body made his throat bob, and it gave her satisfaction.
“Green-eyed angel, eyes so bright, don’t take one step further. I promise it will cost you your virtue and you can’t ever get it back. Trust me, angel, I am black. Black to the soul, like I was told, so please, angel, take a step back.”
As Eisav created another melody, Grace’s heart fluttered in her chest as it always had when he recited song lyrics he wrote for her. Only this time his words stung because he was calling himself black and threatening her virtue. Something in his words snapped her back to reality, and she took a few slow steps toward him into the water.
“You were never dark or black. They don’t know you because they won’t take the time to know you, but it’s their loss, Eisav. It’s their loss that they don’t know what a kind and gentle soul you are,” she said as she moved even closer to him. The water was cool and welcome against her dewy skin. When she reached him, she placed her arms around his neck. “There was a reason I followed you out here,” she began, and he took a big gulp.
“And that was?” he asked with a stammer. It was actually laughable that a guy with his experience around girls was so nervous around a virgin.
“Something hit me, Eisav. Our promises … We managed to keep some over the years, but there were some important ones we forgot.” She swallowed through the pain she was feeling.
Eisav’s eyes closed and when they opened again, there was a gentleness that had not been there for a while. “I’m patient,” he immediately responded. “I have not tried to kiss you or take your virtue.” He laughed.
“Yes, but you’ve taken the virtue of almost every young woman in a twenty-mile radius.” She tilted her head to the side, almost challenging him to say different. Of course he couldn’t disagree with the truth.
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MORE About Where Promises Die
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?
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?
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As far back as R.C. Stephens can remember she was a sucker for a good romance. Of course there had to be a prince charming even if he ultimately was a dark knight and there had to be a happy ending.
She watched the movie Dirty Dancing way too many times growing up and Jean Claude Van Damme movies too. Go figure!
After years of saying she would write a book one day, she finally put pen to paper and carved out the plot line for what would eventually become the best selling Twisted Series. Now R.C. is just finishing up her seventh book and can't seem to stop the stories running through her mind. Visit R.C. on her FB page to find out what's new in her life and what releases she has coming up.
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She watched the movie Dirty Dancing way too many times growing up and Jean Claude Van Damme movies too. Go figure!
After years of saying she would write a book one day, she finally put pen to paper and carved out the plot line for what would eventually become the best selling Twisted Series. Now R.C. is just finishing up her seventh book and can't seem to stop the stories running through her mind. Visit R.C. on her FB page to find out what's new in her life and what releases she has coming up.
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