When do the words "I'm sorry" mean nothing? When his words hurt more than his touch? What happens when leaving is harder than staying?
Fear.
The lines between right and wrong have become so blurred...accepting who you’ve become is not an option.
Shame.
Escape is the only way to fight back...finding someone willing to fight with you is something you never saw coming.
Hope.
But before you can conquer love, you have to battle your past...
Title: Love Conquer: A Standalone Romance – (Battlefield of Love, Book #3)
Author: Cary Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Nina’s POV “Hey, you with me?” Kyle’s voice is soft, concerned. Flipping down the mirror, I examine myself. Eyes puffy and bloodshot. This is no good. Twisting in my seat, I frown, pointing at my face. “I can’t go out looking like this.” “I think you look beautiful.” His smile is crooked and kind. “How can you say that?” I turn back to the mirror, tugging at the corners my eyes. “I look—” “Like someone who just let me in a little.” Kyle reaches over the center console, holding out his hand, palm up. “Hand hug?” He gives me a sideward glance, wiggling his fingers. Folding up the mirror, I give him my full attention. “You want me to hold your hand?” “Well, I guess if you want to hold on a little longer than a hand hug is supposed to last…” His grin is back, dimples and all. “I wouldn’t mind.” He winks. How can I resist that? He has seen all kinds of crazy in the last few days and each time I begin to push, he pulls. Not in a possessive, you will be mine kind of way, but an I get it one. Reaching out, I intertwine my fingers with his, closing my eyes, accepting what he has to offer. Understanding. “See? Hand hugs are just as effective, don’t you think?” He gives mine a little squeeze. “They are.” I’m lost in him, in this moment, forgetting the events that had taken place. “Well, how I see it, since this makes three hugs, we can either part now, taking the chance we may need another soon, or we can make this one long, drawn-out hug. Soaking up all its superpowers, saving the others for later.” He brings my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I’m thinking this hug has turned into handholding.” I raise an eyebrow, curious. Kyle’s lips purse, his eyes squint into slits. “I can see where you get that, but I’m still saying hand hug.” He nods, face relaxing. I can’t help it. I have a real smile on my face. Not the kind where it’s forced, but a smile from being happy. This man is sitting beside me doing everything he can to set me at ease. I accused him of so many things…but instead of pointing fingers as I have experienced time and time again, he’s showing me that it’s not that serious. Sometimes situations are just that. Situations. Nothing more and nothing less. You just deal and move on.
About the Author
Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing (Shhh… don’t tell.), wine sipping, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!
When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full. She is blessed to be the sports mom of two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband (took a few years to train). In addition to working full time, she bakes cookies on the side to fund her newly found love of writing and to keep her Sephora VIB Rouge status. The addiction is real, folks!
Believe it or not, writing was never a dream for Cary. Reading was something she never enjoyed growing up. All it took was one friend, who went MIA for a weekend on a book binge, to share her passion and loan an ebook, lighting a fire inside her. Two years, and hundreds of ebooks later, she connected with one of her favorite authors, who patiently listened to her plot ideas. Her encouragement and saying those three little words “You write it!” changed everything!
So, welcome! Hop on board, and enjoy the ride!
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