Reviews are calling Echoes in the Storm by Max Henry "breathtakingly" beautiful!
Read a snippet of this standalone contemporary romance!
Read a snippet of this standalone contemporary romance!
ANGST, HEARTACHE, AND ONE SERIOUSLY HOT SOLDIER.
SNEAK PEEK
I chuckle, making a move to get out from underneath him, yet he doesn’t give me leave to do so. Instead, his elbows bend slightly, his body dropping closer to mine.
“Duke, what are you doing?”
“You need to laugh like that more often,” he says quietly, his eyes moving over my face, settling on my lips. “It’s a good sound on you.”
“You need to laugh more often, period.” I reach between us, settling my hand gently on his chest, testing the limits.
“How does this work?” he asks, his head dipping down, his breath tickling my face as he talks. “Once the car’s fixed—”
“Fuck the car.” I let my hand slide to his neck and run my thumb along the underside of his strong jaw. “What does it matter?”
“It gets fixed, I leave,” he murmurs. “This …” He tucks his chin to his chest, seeming to look down at how our bodies touch at the hips. “Us—it won’t last.”
“Only if you don’t want it to.” My heart lives in my throat as I search his eyes, looking for the truth. Does he want this? He said I drive him nuts, but isn’t love a kind of madness? Could he love me, or will I only be a passing phase, a moment of lust, a simple dream?
“I want it too, Cam.” Duke’s eyes find mine, his throat bobbing hard as he swallows. “But wanting it and getting it are two different things.”
“So have what you can now. Don’t worry about the future—forget the past. Live this with me. Fuck, just enjoy what we’re doing, acting like two teenagers in an overgrown field. How often can you say you’ve let go and lived, Duke?”
His brow furrows, his eyes darkening the same as the sky does over us. I flex my hand on his neck to hold him here with me, make sure he doesn’t slip away to some place I’m not familiar with, a time gone by that I don’t know how to find him in.
“Live with me,” I whisper, pressing on his nape with my fingertips to urge him closer.
“Duke, what are you doing?”
“You need to laugh like that more often,” he says quietly, his eyes moving over my face, settling on my lips. “It’s a good sound on you.”
“You need to laugh more often, period.” I reach between us, settling my hand gently on his chest, testing the limits.
“How does this work?” he asks, his head dipping down, his breath tickling my face as he talks. “Once the car’s fixed—”
“Fuck the car.” I let my hand slide to his neck and run my thumb along the underside of his strong jaw. “What does it matter?”
“It gets fixed, I leave,” he murmurs. “This …” He tucks his chin to his chest, seeming to look down at how our bodies touch at the hips. “Us—it won’t last.”
“Only if you don’t want it to.” My heart lives in my throat as I search his eyes, looking for the truth. Does he want this? He said I drive him nuts, but isn’t love a kind of madness? Could he love me, or will I only be a passing phase, a moment of lust, a simple dream?
“I want it too, Cam.” Duke’s eyes find mine, his throat bobbing hard as he swallows. “But wanting it and getting it are two different things.”
“So have what you can now. Don’t worry about the future—forget the past. Live this with me. Fuck, just enjoy what we’re doing, acting like two teenagers in an overgrown field. How often can you say you’ve let go and lived, Duke?”
His brow furrows, his eyes darkening the same as the sky does over us. I flex my hand on his neck to hold him here with me, make sure he doesn’t slip away to some place I’m not familiar with, a time gone by that I don’t know how to find him in.
“Live with me,” I whisper, pressing on his nape with my fingertips to urge him closer.
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MORE ABOUT ECHOES IN THE STORM
One week is all we were supposed to share. One week as strangers. Yet you became so much more.
You were the echo in my storm.
All the little things you did differently irked me. I thought it meant we couldn’t get along, that there was no chance we’d work out. But when it came time for me to leave, you know what I figured out?
They were the faint call of home, lost on the wind and the roar of thunder. It was you calling me, hoping I’d hear you and find my way out of the dark that I had lost myself in when I shut off to survive.
You were my echo. My call back.
And f*ck it all if I didn’t find home in the end.
One week is all we were supposed to share. One week as strangers. Yet you became so much more.
You were the echo in my storm.
All the little things you did differently irked me. I thought it meant we couldn’t get along, that there was no chance we’d work out. But when it came time for me to leave, you know what I figured out?
They were the faint call of home, lost on the wind and the roar of thunder. It was you calling me, hoping I’d hear you and find my way out of the dark that I had lost myself in when I shut off to survive.
You were my echo. My call back.
And f*ck it all if I didn’t find home in the end.
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For as long as she can remember, Max has always had a love of the macabre and thought provoking side to life.
Which probably stands to reason why each of her books takes the reader on an emotional journey that not only promises twists, turns, and suspense, but a heart-wrenching journey where her motto holds true:
Love never comes easy.
When she's not lost in an alternate world - fuelled by coffee and the odd sneaky bowl of chocolate (preferably M&Ms) - she spends her days as a wife to a dedicated husband, mother to two rambunctious boys, and an obsessive petrolhead enjoying the muscle on display at the local car shows.
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Which probably stands to reason why each of her books takes the reader on an emotional journey that not only promises twists, turns, and suspense, but a heart-wrenching journey where her motto holds true:
Love never comes easy.
When she's not lost in an alternate world - fuelled by coffee and the odd sneaky bowl of chocolate (preferably M&Ms) - she spends her days as a wife to a dedicated husband, mother to two rambunctious boys, and an obsessive petrolhead enjoying the muscle on display at the local car shows.
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