Cover Reveal and Teaser: Room for More by Beth Ehemann (Cranberry Inn #2)

Release date February 20th 2014
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TEASER
My running shoes echoed as they clicked against the cold, tile floor while I walked quickly through the hallway connecting the main building to the emergency room wing. I was so lost in my thoughts about timing and the irony of my life that I didn’t notice the big, wooden door to my right swing open until Zach had grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.“Get the hell off me!” I snapped, jerking my arm free.He pushed me into the janitorial closet and closed the door behind him, blocking it so I couldn’t leave.“Was that them?” His face was hard as his piercing blue eyes drilled into mine.“Was that who?” I responded, irritation dripping from my words.“Them…the girls…our daughters.”My eyes widened as I fought the urge to lunge forward and strangle him with my bare hands. “They’re my daughters, not yours.” I spat at him through clenched teeth.“That was them, wasn’t it?” His voice was gentle.“No, genius, I was having lunch with some other random 6 year old twins. Get out of my way.”He crossed his arms across his chest and stood firm. “Why won’t you talk to me?”“Why?!?” I yelled incredulously. “I can think of five years worth of reasons, now get out of my way!”“Kacie, please. I have so much to explain.” He took a step toward me causing me to back up against the shelves of cleaning supplies behind me. “Can we meet up after work today? Just to talk? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”“Coffee? You abandoned us for five years and you want to buy me fucking coffee?” My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might die of a heart attack right there. I grabbed onto the hem at the bottom of my scrubs so that I didn’t instinctively reach out and punch him in his damn mouth.“I just want to talk to you. Please?” He begged with sad, pathetic eyes.“Sure, we can talk… in five years!” I rushed past him and pushed the door open. “Eye for an eye, asshole!” I called back before the door closed.________________________________________
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