Title: Discovering Lucy
Author: Laura Dunaway
Release Date: March 7, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
After three long years of living in a hell she never could have imagined, Lucy Jane
Simmons courageously escapes to New York City for a fresh start. A new beginning...
When Lucy meets Knox Taylor, the intoxicating man in the business suit, everything she thought she
knew about relationships changes. He is strong, seductive and makes her feel safe. But can she open
up enough to let him in? Will Lucy Jane escape the scars of her past? Can Knox give her the future she
ultimately deserves? A story of rediscovery...
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About The Author
Laura Dunaway has been married to her prince for 17 years and together they are
raising three amazing kids. While she’s always had a passion for reading and writing, it wasn’t until this
past year that she finally realized she should pursue her dream of writing a book. After many many
attempts at starting one, Distorted was finally the one that flowed and before she knew it, she’d written
The End. When she’s not busy shuttling her kids to lessons and practices and making dinner, she’s busy
behind her computer writing her next book, Discovering Lucy, which will be out winter of 2014.</
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Teaser
I didn’t see the blow coming. I was standing at my dresser, eyes focused on my reflection in the mirror
as I pinned my hair into a bun when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Time seemed to slow down as
the bobby pins dropped from my hands and I fell to my knees. I gasped for air, trying to catch the breath
that had been knocked out of me. “Don’t you ever think of doing that again, bitch,” I heard Drake tell me
in his menacing deep voice, his dirty brown work boots in front of me. I had no idea what it was I’d
done. Most of the time I hadn’t done anything. I put my hands on the floor, still trying to take deep
breaths. “Wh-what did I do?” I asked in a strained voice against the agony burrowing in my back.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back, and my hair was being pulled so tight that I yelped at the searing
sensation. Tears stung my eyes at the torturous pressure as I balled my hands into fists, trying to resist
grabbing at his hand. I knew that would make my situation worse. “I saw you. I saw you talking to that
prick at the grocery store. You think I don’t know what you do every hour of the day? Huh?” He pulled
back harder on my head, and tears streamed down my face as I tried not to scream. I tried to remember
whom I’d talked to at the grocery store. I had gone there to get a few items, but I didn’t remember
having any conversations. Unless… “You mean the guy who took my cart when I was done putting the
groceries in the car?” He finally released my hair and the relief was immense. I fell to the floor and
rubbed my scalp as he towered over me. I ignored the desire to scoot away from him because I’d
learned the hard way that it only angered him more. Instead, I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest
as I rocked back and forth. “Yes, Lucy, the guy who took the cart from you. Do you realize how bad it
looks when you talk to other guys? Good lord, how stupid can you get?” He started pacing back and
forth, swiping his hands through his dark blond greasy hair. His footsteps were strong and loud,
especially when he wore those big, ugly, work boots that were always caked with mud. I did my best to
stop shaking and rocking—I needed to appear as calm as possible. You would think I’d be used to his
rage by now, but each time he assaulted me, it made me shake to my core. “I’m sorry,” I whispered,
even though I knew I’d done nothing wrong. I’d been taught that it was always better to apologize than
to try to explain the situation. I’d been with him for three years, and it was all I could do to stay sane.
The numbness that had taken over my mind and soul was the only way I survived. He stopped pacing
and turned to face me. “You’re what?” I looked into his cold gray eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said in a louder
voice. He walked toward me and bent to his knees, his ugly eyes softening somewhat as he took my face
in his sandpaper rough hands. I wanted to cower and throw up, but I looked him in the eye because I
knew if I looked down, it would anger him even more.
“Lucy Jane, you know I hate having to lash out at you, but you give me no choice.
I can’t have you prancing around town talking to every asshole you see. It makes me look bad,
baby.”
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