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Title: Beautifully Damaged 

Author: Laura Pavlov

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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About Beautifully Damaged:

Peyton Kroft was his forever, until the unthinkable happened. Walking away all those years ago had been the right thing to do. But, a decade later, he was ready to put the past behind him. Moving to San Francisco and hiring his first love, the city’s top designer, was a good place to start. Seeing her again stirred up feelings he thought he’d long buried. He wanted her. Just one taste of those sweet lips. The girl like a light leading him home. She’d found a way back in somewhere she could never stay. And, the worst part—he liked her there.

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Jackson Vance broke her heart. He took half of it with him on his way out of town. Picking up the pieces hadn’t been easy, but more than nine years later, Peyton is living her best life. Coming face to face with her first love is not on the agenda. Emerald green eyes that see straight to her soul. Jackson Vance is beautiful, broken, and everything she’s ever wanted. He’s not a forever guy—but when their lips touch, it feels like forever. History has a way of repeating itself. The past still hovers like a dark cloud. But every dark cloud has a silver-lining.

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Excerpt:

The main door swung open, startling her. The water bottle slipped from her fingers and the liquid spilled down the front of her blouse. A gorgeous woman strode in, rocking a sexy black bandage-style dress, more of her on display than covered. Her breasts spilled from the narrow strap covering them, yet gravity appeared to be on her side. The sky-high red heels and platinum-blonde hair made her even more alluring. The woman the epitome of a bombshell.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Is Jackson around?” the woman inquired in a silky voice.

Jackson walked up behind her, his tone didn’t hide his surprise seeing the woman here. “Hey, I thought I was meeting you at Giordelli’s?”

Is this his girlfriend? Her mind spun at a mile a minute and her mouth went dry.

“I decided to Uber here and surprise you.” The words rolled off her tongue.

He looked between the women. “Peyton, this is Lana. Lana, Peyton.”

“Nice to meet you,” she lied to the sex-on-a-stick woman standing before her.

“It’s a pleasure. Jackson tells me you’re the best designer in all of San Francisco.” Her sultry voice like a swift kick in the gut.

Peyton smiled, her stare following the woman embracing Jackson, running her hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. Who the hell does she think she is? Fury nearly choked Peyton. She swallowed hard, trying not to reveal her anger. What right did she have to be angry. Sebastian made her happy. Didn’t stop her from wanting to throat punch the sex goddess? All logic left Peyton the day Jackson Vance sauntered back into her life.

He pulled away from Lana, his gaze landed on the front of Peyton’s blouse, still wet from the spill. Looking away, she didn’t want his pity. This was like a bad episode of The Bachelor—where the hot girl rides off into the sunset with a rose and the dowdy girl stands there like a fool, with a stain on the front of her blouse. No, thanks.

Ever so casually, she hoisted her briefcase strap over her shoulder. “You guys have a great night. See you tomorrow.”

“Here, let me help you with your bag,” Jackson said, coming up behind her and grabbing the strap of her briefcase.

“I’ve got it.” She kept a tight hold not wanting his help, but he slipped it from her fingers with ease.

Stepping outside, she walked beside the couple like a pathetic third wheel. Her breaths came faster, and it took all her strength not to run for her car. Lana wrapped her hand around his bicep, and they strode along the sidewalk, like a picture, perfect couple. Peyton bit down hard on her lower lip and fought the urge to demand Lana remove her hand from his body. He paused at his car, parked right in front of the restaurant, and unlocked the door for Lana. His date. They were going on a freaking date. Nausea rose in her throat.

“I can take my bag. I’m parked right over there,” Peyton snarled, and grabbed at the strap with impatience.

Lana stepped into the car and he shut the door, his voice calm and controlled. “Stop it. I’m walking you to your car.”

She marched ahead of him, unable to stop the onset of a full-blown meltdown. She unlocked the passenger door and held her other hand out for her bag, avoiding his gaze.

“Bag, please,” she hissed.

“You’re mad.” He chuckled, the man obviously pleased with himself.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Okay, Pea. See you tomorrow.”

He continued to stand there when she walked around to the driver’s side.

Irked by his cool, aloof manner, “Your date is waiting for you.”

“And I’m waiting for you to get your ass in the car.” His emerald-green stare drilled into her.

About Laura Pavlov:

Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after.

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