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Beyond The Page & Exclusive Excerpt: “Hidden (A Hiding From Love Novel)” by Selena Laurence

Aug 21
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Nick Carlisle comes to Hawaii to hide—from what happened during his service in Afghanistan, from relationships, from his future.

Lyndsey Anderson came to Hawaii to hide too—from the man who abused her, from the sacrifices she made, from her dark past. But when Nick meets Lyndsey, Hawaii gets a whole lot hotter, and they find they can’t hide their hearts.

As Nick fights to come to terms with what he’s done, Lyndsey struggles to forgive herself for the choices she’s made. But when the dangerous past threatens the beautiful present, can they survive to learn how to love? And who will finally reveal what’s hidden?

BUY Hidden:
The sun was streaming through the window in my bedroom, and I could tell it was later than when I usually woke up. I tried to move and realized that the weight on my legs was much heavier than my comforter, and much warmer. Suddenly it all came rushing back: Raoul collapsing, the hospital, Leesa’s grief, and Nick. Nick taking care of me, taking care of The Grill. Nick coming home with me last night, and . . . Oh hell, Nick Carlisle was in my bed.
            I gritted my teeth and moved an inch away from him. He was plastered against my backside with his leg thrown over mine. Shit, shit, shit.How did I get myself into this? And more importantly how was I going to get myself out of it? I wiggled a little further away from the sleeping hunk of man behind me. Then a little more, at which point Nick sighed and yanked me closer again.
            “If you think you can slip out of here and leave me all cold and lonely, you’re way off Goldilocks,” a raspy voice next to my ear said.
            I squeaked a little, surprised that he was awake. He nuzzled my neck, his whiskers scratchy on my skin. Then, in a movement so fast I couldn’t have countered it if I’d tried, he flipped me on my back, wrapped an arm around my waist and looked down at me.
            His blue eyes were the color of the ocean before a storm, languid and cloudy this early in the morning. His hair was sticking up every which way, and he had an 8:00 a.m. shadow, but it only served to soften him up more, blurring the sharp lines of his square jaw.
            “You were going to run off, weren’t you?” He looked at me like I was his breakfast.
            I blinked at him for a moment, resisting the urge to reach up and run my fingers through all of that messy hair. “Um, I was going to get out of bed. Does that count as running off?”
            He looked at me skeptically. “Really? Just get out of bed? Not sneak out the front door and hope I’d be gone when you got back?”
            I sighed. He had me. In more ways than one. I smiled. “Okay, yeah.”
            He moved his knee in between my legs, while he looked sort of dreamily at my lips. “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’ve got to quit running away from me, you know that?”
            I could feel my insides melting into a puddle as his knee wound up putting pressure on that magical spot at my core. “Nick?” I breathed out, barely able to form words.
            “Yeah,” he mumbled as he started kissing my neck. I could feel his hot breath in my hair.
            “What are we doing here?”
            “Saying good morning.” He took his exploration down to my shoulder where he moved the strap of my tank top to the side so he could lick my bare skin.
            “Look, I know I asked you to stay with me last night, but it was only to sleep. I don’t want to mislead you, and I’m not sure this is such a good idea . . . Oh, yeah, that’s really not a good idea.”
            He chuckled and pulled his head up from my neck to look me in the eyes. “Do you remember what I asked you last night behind the bar at The Grill?”
            I sifted through my jumbled memories of the previous evening and afternoon. I remembered Nick coming around behind the bar, and me trying to tell him he couldn’t be back there, and then . . . oh, yes. “You asked me to go out with you,” I answered.
            “So,” he whispered as he kissed me gently along my jaw, stopping just shy of my lips. “What’s your answer?”
            “I can’t . . . I don’t . . . I’m not . . . Okay, Nick, you’ve got. To. Stop. That.”
            He laughed harder this time, but drew back and smiled at me.
            I huffed out a big breath, trying to steady my overwrought nerves. I could feel everything south of my belly button spring to hot, damp life. I couldn’t let my hormones lead me astray here.
            “Was I distracting you?” he asked, the picture of innocence—if innocence were wrapped in two hundred pounds of sexy man.
            “I’m not sure we should date,” I finally blurted out.
            “Why not?” His brows drew down in a scowl.
            “I don’t really think I should date anyone right now, I mean Raoul’s sick and Leesa’s going to need me at the restaurant. It’s bad timing, you know?”
            He flipped over on his back, taking me with him so that I was lying on top of him. I realized at this point that there was a sheet in between our bodies. I guess he was more of a gentleman than I’d given him credit for. I wiggled a little, trying to slide away from him, but his arms were clamped firmly around my waist. I rolled my eyes at him. He smirked.
            “Bad timing, huh?”
            I nodded.
            “You know what I think? I think you’re scared. I think you can tell we’ve got something going here that could be great, and you’re scared. Admit it, I’m right, aren’t I?”
            I quit my half-hearted attempts at rolling off of him and lay my head down on his chest, just under his chin. I could hear the strong thump-thump-thump of his heart. I thought about Leesa laying her head on Raoul’s chest knowing soon the thump-thump of his heart would stop. Knowing no matter what you did, this body that held everything most dear to you in the world would stop. Just stop.
      “I don’t think I can take it if it doesn’t work out, Nick.
Selena Laurence loves to write romantic stuff that helps you get away. Life can be a grind, and things like jobs and kids and dirty dishes make Jill a dull girl – and Selena too.
So, she writes about hot guys and smart girls and exotic locales to give us all an Escape from the Everyday.
Selena lives in the Rocky Mountains with her husband, children, and a very spoiled Goldendoodle.


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