Title of book: Sweet Light
Series: The Hazelwood Series (#1)
Author: Alexia Halliwell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26th
That was one word that summed up Lira Matthews in Kane’s honest-to-god opinion. Actually, calling her hostile was putting it lightly.
Belligerent. Vicious. Scathing. All wonderful words that could be used to describe Lira.
Never in his entire life had he met a woman like her. From the very moment she stepped into the small town of Hazelwood she intrigued him. It could have been her guarded, distrusting eyes or her sweet softness hidden underneath her tough façade — all Kane knew was he wanted her.
To Lira, a Dean’s list medical student, Kane was just another hot mechanic. Sure, he had corded arms that made you gulp in desire and a kindness to him that made your insides melt, but they were from two different worlds. Two worlds that were never meant to meet — they both knew that.
That was until Lira’s past catches up with her and she must decide whether she can face her fears or let it consume her whole.
“I feel like swimming,” she slurred.
“Sorry sweetheart. With
six drinks under your belt — don’t get me wrong, I’m impressed that you’ve been able to hold your own this long — swimming isn’t happening.”
Lira glared at me, “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”
I rolled my eyes. She was going to try going swimming just to spite me, wasn’t she?
“I don’t need you Kane,” she sniffed haughtily. “I’m going to ask those nice men over there if they can give me a ride to the lake.”
Slipping out of her chair, she stumbled and walked over to a group of men sitting at the table, watching the rugby. I watched as she grinned and introduced herself, using her full name.
Grinning, I watched her ask the guy in the middle if she could ‘pretty please’ borrow his truck. When he chuckled and refused, she resorted to complimenting his leather cut and how the AC/DC shirt he had on really brought out his eyes. When that didn’t work, she pulled over a chair and sat, arguing loudly the pros and cans of letting her borrow his truck.
I laughed as I listened to her, “So I understand your hesitation to let me borrow your truck due to my intoxicated state. Gentlemen, I understand. But what I’m offering is free services.”
My eyebrows rose. She was prostituting herself for a ride?
“You guys look like you get into your fair share of fistfights.”
No shit. They were members of a motorcycle club a town over and my long-term customers.
“I can suture, bandage any cuts you receive. I’m the best goddamn suture person in the whole country.”
When that didn’t work, Lira switched tactics, “Listen that’s not all I can do. I can do pap smears.” The guys winced in disgust. “Your ladies won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll do their pap smears free of charge if you let me borrow your truck. All I fucking want is to go swimming.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black truck zoom past me and suddenly brake a few metres ahead. It shifted its gears into reverse and sidled up beside me. The driver’s door thrust open and Kane jumped out in all his glory, rounding the hood of the vehicle and walking towards me.
Of course he was here.
His cropped, dark hair was quickly becoming drenched. Drops of rainwater ran down from his hair over the hard ridges of his face and disappeared into the front of his shirt. I tore my gaze from the expanse of his solid chest and lifted my head to meet his eyes. His sharp green eyes skimmed over my face and ran over my drenched body.
“Lira, what are you doing in the rain?” Kane snapped, shaking out of his leather-lined jacket and pushing my arms into it. This jacket was different to the leather one he was wearing last night. The softest wool I had ever felt lined the inside, instantly warming my chilled bones. The cuff came past where my arm ended, the heavy jacket ending just above my knees, but it was perfect. I buried my face into the collar, breathing in the heady scent of Kane; warm soap and the slightest whiff of tobacco. My eyes flickering shut, I let myself take in Kane’s smell. I could get drunk on this stuff.
Alexia Halliwell is a New Adult Romance author, fresh to the wonderful world of publishing. Born and raised in beautiful Sydney, Alexia loves nothing more than lounging under the shade of a big gum tree inhaling her favourite paperback. When she isn’t bar-hopping down the streets of Sydney (for research purposes of course) or cuddling her gorgeous pup, she’s probably snuggled in bed with a cup of tea, spinning elaborate tales about all the characters screaming at her in her head.