Most all of us have had a broken heart in the past. Maybe it was that high school boyfriend who dumped us for the cheerleader or the college guy who decided to change majors and girlfriends. We have all been there. It hurts. But we mend. Broken hearts and mending them is a key piece of Grea Warner's latest romance- THE BROKEN ROAD. Teagan and Griffin are both nursing some past pain that has kept them from moving forward. They learn how to let go of that hurt in order to open themselves up for love. THE BROKEN ROAD is a compelling and heartwarming tale of strong, realistic characters who take chances on themselves and others, and who understand the risks it takes to open their hearts. THE BROKEN ROAD is now available in ebook and print at all major book retailers. While it can be read as a stand alone, THE BROKEN ROAD features nods to other characters who have their own romances in other Grea Warner books. Blurb: Teagan Thompson always knew the road she was traveling on in life. She was a farm girl, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Teagan loved the animals, hard work, feeling of accomplishment, and being a part of her family’s heritage. It fit her. Strong and independent, if there was a problem, Teagan found a way to solve it … even if she had to do it all by herself. When she visits her brother in California, Teagan meets winery-manager Griffin Pearce and learns that like objects, people can be broken, too. But no matter her determination, Griffin might be something Teagan can’t fix, especially after he discovers the secret she’s been hiding. A part of her personal journey that can't be altered, it's also a sad reminder of Griffin's past and one of the reasons he cannot heal emotionally. Do unexpected circumstances give Teagan a reason to stay and try to put the broken pieces together? Or does she follow the road back home to her beloved farm as was always the plan? From best-selling & award-winning author Grea Warner, THE BROKEN ROAD is a realistic story about inner strength, going for what you want in life, and the different bonds that create a family. EXCERPT: “This was a happy place and will continue to be so, only in a different way.” I walked a few steps to join him. “What’s clear over there?” I pointed up the crumbling, partially paved road. “Is it part of the property?” “Uh-huh. The road dead-ends. You can see the barn a little farther up but, otherwise, empty land. I guess it’s gonna remain that way.” Griffin started to turn again toward the winery. But I gave an alternative. “Let’s walk it … at least a little bit.” His shrug and reverse of feet told me he agreed, but he also gave a warning. “Watch with those shoes. The road is even more broken the further we go.” I glanced to where my toes were peeking out of my sandals. I had painted my nails right before I left Iowa. It wasn’t a professional pedicure and I had done nothing with my fingernails, but I figured California was where open-toe shoes were the norm. So, a nail color called Golden Ticket seemed appropriate and, I admit, made me feel a little girly, which was a nice contrast to my tomboy vibe when working on the farm. It was one of the reasons I never dated any of the guys I worked with. They didn’t see me as anything but sweaty and tough. “A little gravel, dust, and dirt won’t hurt anything. You should see when I’m done with my day on the farm,” I relayed my thoughts. “I strip from head to toe to warsh up before even entering the house.” Oh, crap. Did I just say that? I mean, it was the absolute truth. I always got all the grime off me and then would go straight into the shower. It was a cleanliness and safety issue. But why did I have to go into the exacts with Griffin? Why did I need to tell him I got completely naked and use the word strip? On top of the word choice, I knew my voice caught when I realized I was saying it, making my little blunder even more obvious. If I had any doubt he hadn’t noticed, the rolling of his eyes confirmed it. “How’d you get into it?” I continued with both the conversation and walking, making sure to lift my feet a little higher as we went along the beaten road. “What? Wine?” I should have simply gone with his theory, but it wasn’t what I was most curious about, and I wasn’t usually one to be passive. I had already started the topic. I decided to go for it. “No … the exotic dancing.” BUY LINKS: |