Title: Discovering Stella
Author: K.M. Golland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2015
Blurb
This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.
Stella Walker is twenty-six years old and hiding from a past that haunts her on a daily basis. In a desperate attempt to escape the torment of her memories, she tries to rebuild her life and move on.
She seeks the seclusion of a rural town and tracks down a distant relative who Stella knows will give help, but who is unaware of the past she is trying to flee.
What Stella doesn’t anticipate, is meeting Lawson Drake.
Lawson Drake is twenty-nine years old, a mechanic who owns an auto service and smash repair shop. When he comes across a broken-down car by the side of the road, he is intrigued by its owner — a caramel-eyed brunette who clearly has a score to settle, not only with her defective vehicle, but with anyone who tries to get too close. The thing is, Lawson wants close. He wants more than close. He wants as close as he can possibly get.
Stella Walker is twenty-six years old and hiding from a past that haunts her on a daily basis. In a desperate attempt to escape the torment of her memories, she tries to rebuild her life and move on.
She seeks the seclusion of a rural town and tracks down a distant relative who Stella knows will give help, but who is unaware of the past she is trying to flee.
What Stella doesn’t anticipate, is meeting Lawson Drake.
Lawson Drake is twenty-nine years old, a mechanic who owns an auto service and smash repair shop. When he comes across a broken-down car by the side of the road, he is intrigued by its owner — a caramel-eyed brunette who clearly has a score to settle, not only with her defective vehicle, but with anyone who tries to get too close. The thing is, Lawson wants close. He wants more than close. He wants as close as he can possibly get.
Will Lawson discover who the real Stella is? Or will her defences prove to be too strong?
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Stella Walker is running from something. She's reconnected with her stepbrother, Todd and is going to be leaving Melbourne** and staying with him for awhile. They haven't seen each other in years, but the same sense of family is still there. Only the journey doesn't go as smoothly as she would have liked. Somewhere along a long stretch of road in Australia her newly purchased car breaks down. As she's going a little crazy over it and is about to open a red hot hood with steam escaping she feels arms grab her around her waist to move her aside. She just may have punched that good samaritan's nose (maybe broken it?) as his reward. He tried to stop her from getting burned; she overreacted and put a little beating on his face.
He offers to take her into town, but she refuses and calls Todd for help, Todd gets a hold of his friend Lawson, the mechanic for Knight Repairs, to tow her car. Guess whose phone rings and guess who is the mechanic? Let's continue on this road of coincidences. Guess who is Todd's girlfriend's brother? Yep, this hot mechanic, Lawson Drake also lives with his sister, Meg, and her boyfriend Todd.
"So, um...thank you for saving me from a painful burn. And once again, I'm sorry for head-butting you, but you really don't need to hang around. My stepbrother, Todd, has a friend coming to pick me up."
Little by little Stella opens up to both Todd and Lawson. But when you think you know her story, believe me, you don't.
I couldn't ignore the step forward I had taken and I couldn't ignore that he was the one to have helped me take it.
Lawson is determined to make Stella realize that they can have something in spite of her painful past. His mind tells him to slow down, but his body is having a few problems with that.
My cock was still making a statement in my pants, undoubtedly pissed off that I'd gotten him excited, then let the poor bastard down for the second night in a row.
This story may be painful to read in parts, but KM Golland writes snarky like no one else.
And f#*k, did my cock want to communicate. He wanted to stand tall and become the next f#*king Nobel Peace Prize recipient for uniting Stella's nation with his own.
Discovering Stella has lots of intrigue, some steamy passion, a hot hero who was raised by his mama to be a good guy, and great story line. This one is definitely worth a read!
"Can you fix me?" she whispered.
4 Star Review by Lisa Kane
Stella Walker is running from something. She's reconnected with her stepbrother, Todd and is going to be leaving Melbourne** and staying with him for awhile. They haven't seen each other in years, but the same sense of family is still there. Only the journey doesn't go as smoothly as she would have liked. Somewhere along a long stretch of road in Australia her newly purchased car breaks down. As she's going a little crazy over it and is about to open a red hot hood with steam escaping she feels arms grab her around her waist to move her aside. She just may have punched that good samaritan's nose (maybe broken it?) as his reward. He tried to stop her from getting burned; she overreacted and put a little beating on his face.
He offers to take her into town, but she refuses and calls Todd for help, Todd gets a hold of his friend Lawson, the mechanic for Knight Repairs, to tow her car. Guess whose phone rings and guess who is the mechanic? Let's continue on this road of coincidences. Guess who is Todd's girlfriend's brother? Yep, this hot mechanic, Lawson Drake also lives with his sister, Meg, and her boyfriend Todd.
"So, um...thank you for saving me from a painful burn. And once again, I'm sorry for head-butting you, but you really don't need to hang around. My stepbrother, Todd, has a friend coming to pick me up."
"You mean Lawson, right?" he asked with a cocky grin.
I furrowed my brow. "Yeah, Lawson...how'd you know that?"
"Because I'm already here."
These two started off with quite the rocky introduction. Stella is attracted to Lawson, but her heart won't allow her to open up. She is in a world of pain and refuses to talk about what happened to make her up and leave. She does find a sense of belonging in this new town and she asks Todd for a job at his bar. Lawson is intrigued by Stella but he doesn't want to jump in for lots of reasons. For one thing, she is hiding secrets and is broken. For another, he was betrayed by his girlfriend Vicky (hereby knows as the resident bitch) and he doesn't want anymore drama. Not to mention she is living in the same house as he is and things can go sour real fast.
"Vicky is my ex." he replied just as firmly, ignoring my request.
These two started off with quite the rocky introduction. Stella is attracted to Lawson, but her heart won't allow her to open up. She is in a world of pain and refuses to talk about what happened to make her up and leave. She does find a sense of belonging in this new town and she asks Todd for a job at his bar. Lawson is intrigued by Stella but he doesn't want to jump in for lots of reasons. For one thing, she is hiding secrets and is broken. For another, he was betrayed by his girlfriend Vicky (hereby knows as the resident bitch) and he doesn't want anymore drama. Not to mention she is living in the same house as he is and things can go sour real fast.
"Vicky is my ex." he replied just as firmly, ignoring my request.
"I said I don't care. It's none of my business."
"I'm making it your business," he said, eyeing me heatedly. "She cheated on me with my mate. I broke it off. She didn't like that. The bitch doesn't understand what 'f#*k off' means.
Little by little Stella opens up to both Todd and Lawson. But when you think you know her story, believe me, you don't.
I couldn't ignore the step forward I had taken and I couldn't ignore that he was the one to have helped me take it.
This girl is well deep in pain and for good reason. When she opens herself up to find love again, there just may be some complications from that she wolf, Vicky. She is one determined ex.
Lawson is determined to make Stella realize that they can have something in spite of her painful past. His mind tells him to slow down, but his body is having a few problems with that.
My cock was still making a statement in my pants, undoubtedly pissed off that I'd gotten him excited, then let the poor bastard down for the second night in a row.
Soon, mate, soon. Good things come to cocks that wait.
This story may be painful to read in parts, but KM Golland writes snarky like no one else.
And f#*k, did my cock want to communicate. He wanted to stand tall and become the next f#*king Nobel Peace Prize recipient for uniting Stella's nation with his own.
Discovering Stella has lots of intrigue, some steamy passion, a hot hero who was raised by his mama to be a good guy, and great story line. This one is definitely worth a read!
"Can you fix me?" she whispered.
"You're not broken, Princess, but I f#*king promise that I will take your sadness away if you let me."
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Excerpt
Pain. Physical, or psychological ... which of the two hurts the most? Is it possible for one to hurt more than the other, or are both just as debilitating?
Physical pain is instant, brutal and uncamouflaged. It’s bold and undeniable, often leaving a visible scar of the damage caused. Psychological pain is one that festers within, unseen, yet just as potent. It is often a wolf in sheep’s clothing, slowly chipping away at a person’s soul, lacking visibility.
Both forms of pain have the capacity to bring a person to his or her knees, destroy their faith and render them useless. But when the two collide, merge, unite in a common cause, the effects can be catastrophic.
My body was currently experiencing both forms of pain as I took slow tedious steps across the lawn in the direction of what I had been evading, running from, for the past couple of years.
I knew this moment would come, at one point or another, for some things are just inescapable. Yet, regardless of the inevitability, that did not mean I wished to welcome it sooner rather than later. In fact, the longer I avoided it, the better. It meant I was able to bury it in an untouched grave, that grave’s location deep within my body.
The wind lashed my skin with each step I took, leaving an icy sting. And the leaves under my booted feet cried out when I pressed them into the earth. I couldn’t look up. I refused to, instead focussing on the black leather of my boots together with the grass and gravel that filled my vision. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I clenched my fists, nerves and apprehension blanketing me. The pain of my biting fingernails was welcome, providing a microscopic distraction from what was to come in mere seconds. But it was microscopic — the pounding of my heart overpowering it and reminding me why I’d run, why I’d fled my previous life and why it was so difficult to return. Returning meant facing what had happened, what I’d done ... what I’d suffered.
Returning meant closure, which, up until six months ago, I’d never thought possible. Six months ago, I’d escaped and reinvented myself. I’d left my previous life and started a new one — one that, unintentionally, included Lawson Drake.
That man, that infuriating man, not only fixed my stupid car, he fixed my broken and tormented heart. He discovered my almost extinguished light.
He discovered Stella.
Physical pain is instant, brutal and uncamouflaged. It’s bold and undeniable, often leaving a visible scar of the damage caused. Psychological pain is one that festers within, unseen, yet just as potent. It is often a wolf in sheep’s clothing, slowly chipping away at a person’s soul, lacking visibility.
Both forms of pain have the capacity to bring a person to his or her knees, destroy their faith and render them useless. But when the two collide, merge, unite in a common cause, the effects can be catastrophic.
My body was currently experiencing both forms of pain as I took slow tedious steps across the lawn in the direction of what I had been evading, running from, for the past couple of years.
I knew this moment would come, at one point or another, for some things are just inescapable. Yet, regardless of the inevitability, that did not mean I wished to welcome it sooner rather than later. In fact, the longer I avoided it, the better. It meant I was able to bury it in an untouched grave, that grave’s location deep within my body.
The wind lashed my skin with each step I took, leaving an icy sting. And the leaves under my booted feet cried out when I pressed them into the earth. I couldn’t look up. I refused to, instead focussing on the black leather of my boots together with the grass and gravel that filled my vision. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I clenched my fists, nerves and apprehension blanketing me. The pain of my biting fingernails was welcome, providing a microscopic distraction from what was to come in mere seconds. But it was microscopic — the pounding of my heart overpowering it and reminding me why I’d run, why I’d fled my previous life and why it was so difficult to return. Returning meant facing what had happened, what I’d done ... what I’d suffered.
Returning meant closure, which, up until six months ago, I’d never thought possible. Six months ago, I’d escaped and reinvented myself. I’d left my previous life and started a new one — one that, unintentionally, included Lawson Drake.
That man, that infuriating man, not only fixed my stupid car, he fixed my broken and tormented heart. He discovered my almost extinguished light.
He discovered Stella.
Author Bio
“I'm an author. I am married. I am a mother of two adorable little people. I'm a bookworm, craftworm, movieworm, and sportsworm. I'm also a self confessed shop-aholic, tea-aholic, car-aholic, and choc-aholic.” Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, K.M. Golland studied law and worked as a conveyancer before putting her career on hold to raise her children. She then traded her legal work for her love of writing and found her dream career.
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