Dirty Secret
(The Burke Brothers #1)
by Emma Hart
New Release, Review and Giveaway
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where sheβs been for the last two and half years is a
mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, sheβs
back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time
Connerβs band Dirty B is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her fatherβs death
avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her brother in
Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her fatherβs house,
even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason
she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her
guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky,
their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:
Sofieβs daughter will change everything.
That kid that could be mine.
I get up and let the empty bottle drop to the floor. The woods are eerily quiet, as if it can sense my anger. As if it knows the bitterness that lingers in my veins, as if it knows the burn of not knowing anything.
Like the woods, Iβm left in the dark. Completely.
Branches and twigs crunch under my feet as I increase my pace to a gentle jog. And again, to a slow run. Then to a sprint.
The need to know increases with every footstep, as evenly paced as the ticking of the clock. It doesnβt matter that Iβve probably drunk too much beer to be here or that weβve only been back for a matter of days.
I canβt be in this shithole full of memories without knowing. I canβt move on until I know. I canβt forgive her for a single fucking thing until I knowβand even then, maybe I wonβt be able to.
Maybe sheβs unforgivable.
Instead of knocking on the back door like I did yesterday, I round the side of the house to the front door. The front room light glows softly through the curtains, but the rest of the house is dark.
My chest heaves with the exertion of my run here and I grab the doorframe to balance myself. Iβm definitely too fucking drunk for this conversation, but what the hell.
I bang on the door, once, twice, again and again and again. βSofie! Open the fuckinβ door!β
βShut up!β she hisses, yanking it open. βThe hellβre you doing here?β
I smirk, leaning against the wall. βShouldnβt I be askinβ you that, princess?β
βAre you drunk?β Her voice rises a little at the end, and her eyes widen.
Those eyes. Fuck, those baby blues that have always undone me.
βDrunk? No. If I was drunk Iβd be sitting at home like a miserable bastard and not here facing the cause of my misery.β
βYouβre being an asshole. I donβt have to listen to this.β
She pushes on the door, but I wedge my foot in front of it. I let go of the wall and grab the edge of the door.
βActually, you do.β
She canβt overpower me, and she knows it, because she lets up and the door swings open. βWhy are you here, Conner?β
βYou have a kid.β
She smacks her lips together. βYep.β
βWhen? When did you have her?β
Sofie takes a deep breath in and presses her hands to her stomach. Theyβre shaking, even as she links her fingers to hide it. I can see that fucking tremble.
She whispers something but Iβm too pre-occupied by her hands to hear it.
βWhat?β
βAugust last year,β she repeats, still a whisper.
August. Last year. My stomach clenches as I meet her eyes. βWhen? When in fuckinβ August, Sofie?β
βAugust fifteenth.β Her voice hitches halfway through the βfifteenth.β
Almost seven months to the day she walked out on me and the rest of Shelton Bay.
Adrenaline hums through my body, and I stare at her. At the tears building in her eyes, the quiver of her lips, the bob of her throat as she swallows harshly.
Itβs no different from the burn in my chest, the twisting of my stomach.
βIs she mine?β
She shudders and a tear drips from her eye.
βSofie. Is. She. Mine?!β
Deeply emotional, this story re-connects two lovers in one of the most impossible situations they will have to face. Sofie deals with the guilt of having had Conner's baby and not letting him know. She has now come back home to deal with her mistake and make things right. What she did not count on was how she would feel toward Conner. He has been her one and only since she was in grammar school and nothing will ever change that.
For Conner, the shock of seeing Sofie again is nothing compared to what he feels for his little Mila. He is just blown over at the two year old that loves him and clings to him as if her life depended on it.
These two lovers take us on their journey to forgiveness, courage, and everlasting love. Emma Hart, as usual, pens a story full of gentle tugs at the heart as well as passionate, sensitive and emotional feelings that you will not soon forget.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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