Until
You Find Me
Until
You Find Me # 1
By: Amber Hart
Releasing November 11th, 2014
Loveswept: Flirt
Blurb
Amber Hart pushes contemporary
romance to its wildest limits in this heart-pounding novel, the story of a girl
who travels to Africa to protect the legacy of one man . . . and stays for the
love of another.
Raven Moore, a twenty-year-old
college student from Michigan, feels out of place in the beautiful, treacherous
jungles of Cameroon, staying in the habitat where her father gave his life to
help protect endangered gorillas. He left home years ago; now Raven refuses to
return home until she unravels the truth about his last days.
Raven certainly doesn’t count on
crossing paths with a handsome young hunter—especially one as charismatic and
intense as Jospin Tondjii. Instantly, she’s hooked. But Jospin is hiding a dark
truth: He is the heir to a powerful poaching empire, part of a ruthless black
market that is responsible for the dwindling gorilla population.
Their fathers may have been enemies,
but Raven and Jospin forge a bond that goes beyond blood, a relationship that
is tested as Raven draws closer to the source of her father’s death. Can she
and Jospin bear the weight of the secrets of the wild—and the secrets of their
pasts? Or will the rain forest destroy them both?
Advance praise for Until You Find
Me
“If you think the jungle is hot and
dangerous, wait until you meet Jospin. He and Raven turn up the heat to
scorching and burn the jungle down!”—Lisa
Desrochers, USA Today bestselling author of A Little Too Far
“A beautiful, unconventional story
that takes you to the jungles of Africa to fall in love, Until You Find Me contains
the perfect balance of angst, thrills, and page-turning appeal.”—K.A. Tucker, USA Today bestselling author
of Ten Tiny Breaths
“Wonderfully unique and utterly
unputdownable, Until You Find Me is a breath of fresh air. Each page is
sexier than the one before.”—Lauren
Layne, author of Isn’t She Lovely
Excerpt (From Chapter Three):
I
need answers, I remind myself.
Chloe, one of the habitat workers—the one who tranquilized the ape
that nearly killed me—approaches me with a smile. Waves of brown hair stop just
below her shoulders. There’s a clipboard in her hand.
“Welcome back, Raven,” she says, and reaches toward my hospital bag.
“I can get it,” I say, hoisting the bag off the ground for emphasis.
The effort is five thousand points of pain, lighting me up. I very
nearly lose my grip, even though I’m using my uninjured arm.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I wonder if my expression shows the pain I feel. The bag isn’t
big—only a toothbrush and some clothes—but it feels heavy. Maybe because my
muscles are weak and still healing.
“I’m fine,” I reply.
Chloe glances at my injured arm. “Do you need anything else? I can
wash your clothes or—”
“I’m fine,” I repeat.
I’m not, really. I’m angry that my arm will never be the same.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you for dinner tonight?” she asks.
Probably
not. “Maybe,” I say.
Truth is my biggest demon. It stings the most. It whispers its
victories in my ear.
Your
dad left you for filthy, wretched creatures.
You’re
a fool for coming here.
Look
at you now, ugly, so ugly.
You
are lost, lost, lost.
Then pain chimes in.
Peekaboo,
I found you.
Chloe walks away. I’m not sad to see her go.
Only when I reach my room do I allow myself to collapse. I will show
weakness to no one. My face presses into the brown sheets on the twin bed.
My room is the only thing I like here. It’s small. There’s no desk.
No dresser. No TV. My clothes and toiletries sit atop shelves built into the
wall. One window opens up to the forest. I lift it now, and branches stretch
into my room like limbs—I’m practically living in a tree house—but the effort
makes me want to vomit. I close my eyes and count to five. Concentrate on
shoving away the pain.
The doctors say it’ll take months to heal. And even then there’s no
guarantee how well my arm will work. I’m not sure how to use an arm that’s
composed of metal plates and screws and shattered bone fragments that they
promise will eventually fuse.
I open my eyes again, and the first thing I see is a bird with wings
the color of emeralds.
I’m struck by inspiration.
The fingers of my good hand reach for my paints and a canvas. I find
a water bottle in my bag and wet my brush. I begin to outline. First its
feathers, tucked and pointed. Then its head, eyes, and feet. I paint fast,
fearful that it’ll fly away.
It perches on my windowsill. A jewel reflecting light.
I’m curious about its eyes.
How
much does it see?
How
much does it know?
When the painting is complete, the bird quickly pecks at a bug on
the ledge and then flies away. I am jealous to see it go. Flying, flying,
flying.
Free.
My right hand is smudged
with paint. My left hand is bound by a sling. I’m lucky it wasn’t my other
hand. At least I can still paint.
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Goodreads
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Author Info
Amber Hart is the author of Before You and Until You Find
Me. She grew up in Orlando, Florida, and Atlanta, Georgia, and now resides on
the Florida coastline with her family. When not reading, she can be found writing,
daydreaming, or dipping her toes in the sand.
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