Beyond Circumstances by Gloria Joynt-Lang
Series: Out of the Darkness
Contemporary Romance
Fiery Seas Everlasting
June 12, 2018
About the Book:
Dr. Lexie Draden didn’t want to leave her successful career as a surgeon in Chicago, but she didn’t have a choice. Her family needed to heal, and as long as she was around, it wasn’t going to happen. While adapting to her new community, she meets ZakTifour, a man as intriguing as he is handsome.
Most of the small-town residents view Zak as a man who likes his privacy, but to a select few, something doesn’t seem right. Long-time resident Cicily McQuay believes she has the key to the man’s odd behavior – a link to terrorism. After all, he just isn’t the type of man who belongs in her community. But to belong, you need to be welcomed; something Cicily has never extended to Zak.
Zak knows plenty of terrorists and has even lived amongst them, but not like Cicily suspects. Escaping from a lifetime of bloodshed and regrets, he attempts to distance himself from the quirky townsfolk; people unable to comprehend boundaries. It appears to be working until he encounters the town’s new attractive doctor. Even though his secrets run deep, she ends up trusting him with her heart. But trust is fragile, and when Zak gets drawn back to his old life, Lexie must decide whether he’s a dangerous man or a broken hero.
Read an Excerpt:
BEYOND CIRCUMSTANCES by Gloria Joynt-Lang
Excerpt from Chapter Nine
The beauty of this particular opera had always touched him, but unbeknownst to his date, it was much more than that. It didn’t surprise him when the underlying violence and the scene of torture struck too close for his comfort. He knew this when he purchased the tickets, but he also knew the beauty of the story and wanted to share it with Lexie.
He was relieved that she didn’t notice him cringing during some of the scenes. Turandot had been performed so splendidly that her focus was on the stage until the very end. When the curtain closed and the clapping faded, she leaned toward his face and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you, Zak, for taking me to this. It was breathtakingly beautiful.”
Those words could be used to describe her. But it wasn’t enough. Her beauty was more than breathtaking, it reached into the depths of her. Places where a stranger couldn’t see, and where he had thus far only been able to sample a taste. He was conversant with many languages and there were many ways to describe beauty, yet, when he looked at her, she transcended the words of the languages he knew. He’d have to study prose and poetry of an ancient civilization to do her beauty justice.
He needed the trip to New York to be over with. He craved spending more time with this remarkable woman. Although he could never relax, she made it easier for him to open up. It was probably never going to be easy for him to talk about his past, and he probably wouldn’t tell her all the things he had gone through but sharing his parents’ death with her eased the burden that had settled so deep within him.
It was time to get her back to Baxley. He promised himself he would not take advantage of her. He’d known her vulnerabilities before tonight, and when she talked of her niece Hailie, he could sense how deep the hurt went. He just prayed he wouldn’t end up hurting her more. She was good for him in so many ways, but he questioned if he could ever be the type of man who could give her what she deserved.
As they walked into the night, the snow continued to lightly fall. The visibility on the highways would still be good. He helped her to the passenger side of his truck since the shoes she was wearing, although extremely sexy, were useless for moving about. When he was a kid, he’d often wondered why women wore such ridiculous and useless footwear. However, when he got older and saw how they made a woman’s leg look, he felt indebted to those shoe designers. They were geniuses.
After settling her into the passenger side, he opened the driver’s side and started up the truck. The vehicle was lightly covered with snow, so he stepped out, brushing the fluffy white layer off. When he got back in, he noticed she was shivering. Leaning over, he gave her a big hug. It wasn’t just some chivalrous gesture; it was also self-serving as he craved the intimacy with her. He didn’t want to move away, but he had to get her home. Slowly releasing her from the embrace, he sat up and put the truck into gear.
Purchase Link:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2sU4Svd
Gloria Joynt-Lang was born in Ars-Laquenexy, France and spent her childhood experiencing the vast landscapes of Canada.A graduate of the University of Alberta with a degree in Criminology, she devoted her career to working in the criminal justice system. She now splits her time living in rural Alberta, Canada as well as Southern California with her husband and their two dogs, a Maltese named YaHoo and Yorkie named Smookie Bijoux.Why the Yorkie has a stripper name shall remain a tight guarded secret. A lifelong nerd, she is most comfortable with a book or laptop close by except when she transforms to cool biker chick, hopping on her motorcycle for a speed limit abiding ride to the nearest bookstore.
Social Media:
Website: https://www.gloriajoynt-lang.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gm.joynt
Twitter: https://twitter.com/glojoyntlang
Excerpt from Chapter Nine
The beauty of this particular opera had always touched him, but unbeknownst to his date, it was much more than that. It didn’t surprise him when the underlying violence and the scene of torture struck too close for his comfort. He knew this when he purchased the tickets, but he also knew the beauty of the story and wanted to share it with Lexie.
He was relieved that she didn’t notice him cringing during some of the scenes. Turandot had been performed so splendidly that her focus was on the stage until the very end. When the curtain closed and the clapping faded, she leaned toward his face and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you, Zak, for taking me to this. It was breathtakingly beautiful.”
Those words could be used to describe her. But it wasn’t enough. Her beauty was more than breathtaking, it reached into the depths of her. Places where a stranger couldn’t see, and where he had thus far only been able to sample a taste. He was conversant with many languages and there were many ways to describe beauty, yet, when he looked at her, she transcended the words of the languages he knew. He’d have to study prose and poetry of an ancient civilization to do her beauty justice.
He needed the trip to New York to be over with. He craved spending more time with this remarkable woman. Although he could never relax, she made it easier for him to open up. It was probably never going to be easy for him to talk about his past, and he probably wouldn’t tell her all the things he had gone through but sharing his parents’ death with her eased the burden that had settled so deep within him.
It was time to get her back to Baxley. He promised himself he would not take advantage of her. He’d known her vulnerabilities before tonight, and when she talked of her niece Hailie, he could sense how deep the hurt went. He just prayed he wouldn’t end up hurting her more. She was good for him in so many ways, but he questioned if he could ever be the type of man who could give her what she deserved.
As they walked into the night, the snow continued to lightly fall. The visibility on the highways would still be good. He helped her to the passenger side of his truck since the shoes she was wearing, although extremely sexy, were useless for moving about. When he was a kid, he’d often wondered why women wore such ridiculous and useless footwear. However, when he got older and saw how they made a woman’s leg look, he felt indebted to those shoe designers. They were geniuses.
After settling her into the passenger side, he opened the driver’s side and started up the truck. The vehicle was lightly covered with snow, so he stepped out, brushing the fluffy white layer off. When he got back in, he noticed she was shivering. Leaning over, he gave her a big hug. It wasn’t just some chivalrous gesture; it was also self-serving as he craved the intimacy with her. He didn’t want to move away, but he had to get her home. Slowly releasing her from the embrace, he sat up and put the truck into gear.
Purchase Link:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2sU4Svd
Meet the Author:
Gloria Joynt-Lang was born in Ars-Laquenexy, France and spent her childhood experiencing the vast landscapes of Canada.A graduate of the University of Alberta with a degree in Criminology, she devoted her career to working in the criminal justice system. She now splits her time living in rural Alberta, Canada as well as Southern California with her husband and their two dogs, a Maltese named YaHoo and Yorkie named Smookie Bijoux.Why the Yorkie has a stripper name shall remain a tight guarded secret. A lifelong nerd, she is most comfortable with a book or laptop close by except when she transforms to cool biker chick, hopping on her motorcycle for a speed limit abiding ride to the nearest bookstore.
Social Media:
Website: https://www.gloriajoynt-lang.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gm.joynt
Twitter: https://twitter.com/glojoyntlang
No comments:
Post a Comment