Book & Author Details:
Let Me In by Erin McCarthy
(Blurred Lines #3)
Publication date: September 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Blurred Lines #3)
Publication date: September 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
A girl in danger…
Aubrey Walsh never dreamed that she would find herself in an abusive relationship, but after her boyfriend hits her so hard he breaks her tooth, she flees the University of Maine to hide on a remote island with her best friend. Only to discover that she is pregnant. Terrified of what will happen if Jared finds out, she is walking along the rocks, deciding her future, when she slips.
A guy with a secret past…
After a job gone wrong, Riker has left the assassin business and is incognito as a ferryboat operator off the shores of Maine. It’s a lonely life, and when he sees a young woman almost fall off the rocks, he doesn’t hesitate to save her and take her in, though he’s determined to stay unemotionally uninvolved. But when the truth about her situation is revealed, he will do anything to protect Aubrey and her unborn child.
Even marry her. Even kill for her.
When Jared comes looking for the only girl who has ever rejected him, Riker won’t allow it. And Aubrey is torn between protecting herself and her child, or protecting the mysterious husband she has come to love.And when chance brings them together but fate tears them apart, can their love survive the storm?
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LET ME IN
By Erin McCarthy
“What’s wrong?” Cat asked me, turning towards me as I came into the
living room.
“Nothing,” I lied, putting my hand in my pocket so the stick
wouldn’t slide down out of my sleeve, where I had tucked it. “I’m going for a walk.”
So I could cry and rage in private.
But she didn’t believe me.
She knew me too well.
“Aub, come on. You can tell
me. Did you hear from Jared?”
I heard from Jared all the time.
I had changed my number, but then he’d found me on social media. I’d blocked him, then he’d emailed me. No matter what I did, he found a way to track
me down. A way to alternate between
coaxing and cajoling me with pleas for me to come home, vows of love, and
scathing condemnations on my character.
How a man could claim he loved me and turn around and call me a
dick-sucking whore was something I would never understand. Then again, how could a man who loved me
knock out my teeth and leave me bleeding on the floor?
But this anxiety wasn’t about a communication from Jared.
It was about what I’d been suspecting but was determined to
ignore.
“I haven’t heard from Jared today.
I just want to take a walk. Am I
allowed to do that?” I sounded bitchy
and I knew it, but I needed to get away, to escape.
Living with Cat and her boyfriend, Heath, for the last month had
allowed me time to think, feel, heal. I
was grateful to both of them for taking me in when I hadn’t been able to face
my family with the shame of what had been done to me, what I had become. I owed Cat everything for hiding me, helping
me to feel safe, not pressuring me to make decisions, and listening to me when
I needed to talk.
I wasn’t ready to share this yet though. I wasn’t even ready to admit it.
Her look was one of sympathy, which made me feel worse. I was the
girl everyone felt sorry for. That was
the identity Jared had created for me.
“Of course you can do that. I
just don’t want you to keep everything bottled up. You can tell me anything.”
“You just don’t want me to throw myself off a cliff,” I said dryly,
leaning over the back of the couch and giving her a hug from behind. “For which I thank you. No worries.
I’m not suicidal.”
I wasn’t. The opposite in
fact. Staring into Jared’s eyes, seeing
his rage, had made me realize just exactly how much I wanted to live.
Even now, even with this, I wanted to survive more than
anything. I wanted to reclaim my life,
find me again. Or at least a new version
of me.
She leaned forward and glanced up at me over her shoulder. “I still can’t get over your hair.” She touched the ends of loose, auburn
strands. “It’s so different now that you
dyed it.”
I was a natural blonde, but that didn’t feel right anymore. There was nothing carefree and beachy about
the way I moved, always glancing over my shoulder, keeping my mouth closed as
much as possible, self-conscious of the two missing teeth on the back right
side. Dark auburn suited me better. It was moody, mysterious. It made my skin seem pale, and that was how I
felt. Pale. Fragile.
“Redheads are feisty,” I said.
“I’m trying to find my inner feisty.”
“You’ve always been feisty.
And the master of sarcasm.”
Not anymore. Cat had been
living on an island off the coast of Maine for the last eighteen months. She’d never seen me with Jared. I was glad.
The less witnesses to my humiliation the better, and maybe with her
seeing me as I had been, I would become me again.
“I think the feisty got knocked out of me. Literally.”
“Don’t joke about it.” Her
dark eyes searched mine. “I don’t think
that’s healthy.”
Nothing about it was healthy.
But I was trying my best to cope.
And when she looked at me like that…that’s when I needed to escape.
“I’ll be back in an hour tops.
Don’t send Heath out looking for me again. I promise I’ll be fine.”
That was why I’d come to Cat in Vinalhaven—it was remote,
isolated. Everyone knew everyone, and
the only way on the island was by ferry.
If, for some insane reason, Jared tried to track me down, I would know
immediately that he was there. It made
me feel safe, protected. Walking helped
clear my head.
The porch door slammed behind me, and I put the hood of my
sweatshirt up. It was only September,
but I was always cold. I used to think I
would go to grad school down South. Now,
the future was a great gaping hole filled with fear.
And a baby.
I fingered the stick stuck up my sleeve and tried to process the
truth. I was pregnant. With Jared’s baby. Tears filled my eyes as I walked down the
gravel drive towards the shoreline, my feet moving faster, my head hunched
down. Heading in the direction of the
least possibility of seeing any other humans, I cursed when I realized almost
immediately that the guy who lived in a crumbling farmhouse was out in his
yard. Chopping wood with his shirt
off. He was in his mid-twenties and I’d
seen him twice before. He never smiled,
he never waved, he never spoke to me, and he was muscular, ominous. There was no joy on his face, only a kind of
silent disdain as he watched me walk by.
He was the kind of man who could corner me, beat me, rape me, kill
me.
Five years ago, I would have seen his sweaty shoulders, watched the
ripple of muscles in his back, and I would have flirted with him, smiled,
flipped my hair. He might have flirted
back and we might have gone into his farmhouse and fucked just because it felt
good. Now, the thought of him touching
me made me flinch in fear, and I rushed past him, glancing up only to track his
movements, make sure he wasn’t following me.
Cat had said that his name was Riker and he was harmless. That he’d come back from being in the
military and he had PTSD, so he kept to himself. Riker was sweet, she’d insisted. He had always been a good guy.
Whatever. What he was then
didn’t make him that now, and I was afraid of the intensity of his stare.
He was doing it now. His ax
paused as he eyed me. Then his gaze
shifted back to the log and the sun hit the blade as it came down with a
violent whack. I winced. The wood split in two directions and tumbled
to the ground.
Suddenly, it was too much—the realization that a guy forty feet away
could frighten me, that I was pregnant, that I had let myself get in this
situation by wanting so desperately to be important to Jared in the beginning
that I had ignored all the warning signs.
I started to run, wondering how I was going to support myself and a
child, afraid that if Jared ever found out, he would take my baby away from
me. Knowing that, at some point, I had
to face my family.
I ran, pumping my arms hard, the hood falling back off my head, my
lungs straining. When I reached the edge
of the island by the rocks, I came to a crashing halt, sobbing in
frustration. Yanking the pregnancy test
out of my sleeve, I stared at the pink line showing my new reality.
“It’s not fair,” I whispered.
I’d always wanted to be a mom.
But not like this. Not with that man.
“No,” I said, louder this time.
“No. This isn’t fair!” Then I pulled my arm back and hurled the test
stick as hard as I possibly could.
I was panting, my vision blurry from tears as I watched it sail
through the air and drop down onto the rocks.
Leaning forward to see where it landed, I slipped on the wet turf.
Suddenly, I was falling and screaming and trying to grab on to
anything. Pain shot through my hip, but clipping the rock
helped slow my fall and I landed on my chest, my legs dangling, my grip
tenuous, but no longer free falling. The
air whooshed out of my lungs and I clawed at the slippery rock with my feet,
trying to find a ledge to haul myself up.
But my shoes slid around uselessly and I paused, panting, arms
straining. I was wasting too much energy
and I needed to think.
Looking up, I opened my mouth to scream for help.
What I saw almost made me lose my hold entirely.
A man’s face stared down at me with dark, intense eyes.
Riker.
Q:
Tell us about Let Me In.
A:
Let Me In is the third book in my Blurred Lines series. It features
Aubrey, who we met in book one, You Make Me. Aubrey was Cat's best friend
and her fiance Ethan's sister. In this book, Aubrey comes to stay with
Cat and her boyfriend Heath on a remote island off the coast of Maine after
being abused by her boyfriend. She is also pregnant. The next door
neighbor is a sexy and mysterious former Marine who vows to keep Aubrey safe
from harm. I loved giving Aubrey her own story. She was alternately
sad and snarky in You Make Me and it was interesting to dig into her
thoughts.
Q:
How many books will there be in the Blurred Lines series?
A:
As of right now, I have committed myself (haha, I might need to after this
release schedule) to writing six books in the series. Book four, Meant
For Me, will release in December. That book will feature Ethan, who has
had trouble picking up the pieces of his life after he and Cat broke up.
Then book five will be sometime in the spring, most likely April.
Q:
Is Let Me In based on a classic novel?
A:
While You Make Me and Live For Me were inspired by Wuthering Heights and Jane
Eyre, I confess I've strayed from that. As I introduced these characters
in the first two books, I wanted to write their stories without trying to
muscle them into classic plots. But they still retain the angst and the
drama of the Bronte sister novels, which to me is perfect for New Adult
romance.
Q:
Do you have any contemporary romances releasing that aren't New Adult?
A:
Always! In October, Final Lap, book eight in my Fast Track series is
out. Also, Close Up, the second in a trilogy from Harlequin Blaze will be
out. November brings Sexy Mistakes, an anthology with myself and two
other authors featuring online/social media snafus. Finally, in December
there will be a fun, sexy novella titled The Nemesis Affair, featuring an Irish
rugby player and the woman he hires to be his nemesis.
AUTHOR BIO
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written almost fifty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult, and adult romance. Erin has a special weakness for New Orleans, tattoos, high-heeled boots, beaches and martinis. She lives in Ohio with her family, two grumpy cats and a socially awkward dog.
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