by : Emma South
Publication: September 26, 2014
ISBN: 1500850187
Length: 214 pages
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Blurb:
Harper Bayliss is about to pay the full price of fame. That is, if her stalker's plans work out.
Hollywood's new favorite starlet is already feeling overwhelmed by the insecurity of her past, a family that controls her every move, and the stresses that come with her job when a brutal attack from a madman takes that stress to a whole new level. But when neither Harper nor her attacker saw coming was the 6'4", heavily muscled ex-Marine, Nick Martell, throwing himsefl in harm's way to save her. After she visits him in the hospital to offer her thanks, she can't help but be intrigued by the man she finds beneath the bad boy exterior.
Plagues by guilt over his failure to protect the one person that mattered the most, all Nick wants is to find some peace. The tattooed former Marine is scarred, inside and out, but saving Harper Bayliss might be his first step toward redemption. What's more, her answer to his heartfelt question is about to send them both down a path of scorching passion ... and maybe even love.
With the pressures of Harper's fame and Nick's guilt working against them, will their feelings be enough to overcome all the obstacles, including the stalker that's still out there? If he gets his way he'll show them that, even if they choose each other, you seldom get to choose the last thing you see.
The Last Thing You See from USA Today bestselling author Emma South is a New Adult Romance about letting go of the past to find unconditional love in the present.
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My face maintained perfect innocence when I saw him
glance down my body, the lapels of my jacket were open enough to show a bit
of skin after all. Nick looked back up and smiled, and that broke my
concentration enough that I smiled back.
“Your belt is tied up wrong,” he said.
“It is?”
“Yeah, a knot like that sticks out too much, and when you’re
down on the ground it can dig in and be uncomfortable. The ends are too
long and loose, not to mention it’ll probably come undone a lot. Of
course belts are always coming undone when you roll.”
“Roll?”
“When you spar.”
“Oh.”
“Here, this is how it’s done.”
Nick tugged at my white belt and undid the simple knot I had
tied and then moved behind me with the belt in his hands. Was he putting
the moves on me? I turned my head to the left and kept him just in the
corner of my eye. Was this the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu equivalent of the
chivalrous man helping the love interest with her pool shot or her golf swing?
“Left side over right,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Your jacket, left side over the right side, nice and
tight.”
“Oh, right.”
My jacket hung loose without the belt to hold it closed and
I pulled the right side over my torso before pulling the left side over the top
of it. Nick lifted the belt over my head from behind and brought it down
to waist-level.
“OK, watch. You pull both sides around the back and
then to the front again, the belt goes around twice, see?”
“Yeah.”
Nick was close behind me and I leaned back an inch or so,
feeling the rear of my shoulders touch his chest as he bent down to tie my
belt. My eyes were on my belt, but my mind was on him.
I'm in my thirties and living in New Zealand. About 2 years ago I lost somebody very close to me. I was lucky in a way, I was given enough time to make a promise. My promise was that I would never forget our young and innocent love, and it's a promise I intend to keep.My writing is a way to help me keep that promise. I've always enjoyed writing but was forced into being 'prudent' and giving myself over to soul-crushing office work for the sake of a steady salary. Recent events forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and I decided to take a chance. I like to put little pieces of 'us' into my writing, from funny conversations we had, to apocalyptic arguments, to that special feeling you get when you hop into bed fully aware that your feet are freezing but your partner doesn't kick you away.
Even though these things are set in fictional worlds and attached to fictional characters, in a way it feels like I'm doing something that will make our love live forever. If somebody reads one of my stories and likes a joke or sheds a tear, then our love has lived n, and I thank any readers I might have for that.
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