At First Touch
Don't trust your eyes.Trust your heart…After suffering a tragic accident, Reagan Quinn's military career was cut short and her sight gone forever. Returning to her childhood home only reminds Reagan of what she's lost. No light, no color; just shadows and indistinct forms. But one man refuses to let her give up on herself.Reagan can't see Eric Malone. All she knows is that he's there every day, driving her completely bonkers. Eric pushes her out of the darkness and into a world shaped by taste, touch and scent. But Reagan isn't quite prepared for what happens when she stops depending on her sight…and starts seeing with her heart.
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Donât trust your eyes. Trust your heartâ¦
After suffering a tragic accident, Reagan Quinn has her military career cut short and her sight gone forever. Returning to her childhood home only reminds Reagan of what sheâs lost. No light, no colorâjust shadows and indistinct forms. But one man refuses to let her give up on herself.
Reagan canât see Eric Malone. All she knows is that heâs there every day, driving her completely bonkers. Eric pushes her out of the darkness and into a world shaped by taste, touch and scent. But Reagan isnât quite prepared for what happens when she stops depending on her sightâ¦and starts seeing with her heart.
âClose your eyes and tell me what you see.â
Eric let his fingers gently graze her eyes, one by one, brushing her lashes.
âBig eyes, long, thick lashes.â He moved to her lips, let his thumb softly scrape them, tugging one slightly open, and he lowered his head, brushed his lips over hers and kissed her deeply. âI could kiss these all day,â he muttered against her, then opened his eyes.
Hers were closed, her lips wet from their kiss, and she leaned into him. She breathed a little heavier now.
âEric,â she said quietly, her fingers tightening around his.
He didnât give her another second to question things. Or him. Or what he might want or not want. Heâd wanted this for a while, but also wanted to give Reagan her space. Not rush things. Jesus, it hadnât been easy, but he wanted things right with Reagan.
This was right.
At First Touch introduces the youngest of the Malone brothers, Eric, and a girl he once knew: Reagan Quinn. Though these childhood friends were separated, a tragic event that has left Reagan blind brings them together. So when Reagan returns to Cassabaw to live with her sisterâMattâs soon-to-be sister-in-lawâa very different young woman comes home. Bitter and angry at lifeâs turn of events, Reagan has no desire but to just be left aloneâand somehow figure out a way to never be a burden. Unbeknownst to her, Eric Malone is the very catalyst she needs to realize her full potential.
This second book in The Malone Brothers captures many of the quirky flavors from the first book, Those Cassabaw Days, as well as the beloved characters I hold so close to my heart. From the familiar briny salt marshes and whimsical boardwalk on the beach, to that grain of childhood that remains in us all, discovered, sometimes accidentally, through a certain scent, sound or song.
Cindy
CINDY MILES grew up on the salt marshes and back rivers of Savannah, Georgia. Moody, sultry and mossy, with its ancient cobblestones and Georgian and Gothic architecture, the city inspired her to write twelve adult novels, one anthology, three short stories and one young-adult novel. When Cindy is not writing, she loves traveling, photography, baking, classic rock and the vintage, tinny music of The Great Gatsby era. To learn more about her books, visit her at cindy-miles.com.
For my family.
Contents
Cassabaw Station
Early August
IF ONE MORE person accused Reagan Quinn of having PTSD, she was going to lose it. She knew what it was, knew many others had it, and it was a serious, dangerous condition she wouldnât wish upon anyone. But she didnât have it. Not at all.
She was just, simply and bluntly to the point, pissed off. Bottom line.
Mad. As. All. Holy. Hell.
She was blind. Not on the edge of insanity.
The doctors had insisted her other senses would kick in to make up for the loss of sight. It hadnât happened yet. How could it when your vision was literally knocked from your skull? Theyâd said it would be like the cells in her body would swarm to all other areas in order to perfect themâto try to make up for the loss of that one particular sense. The doctor had said it would happen, and in an excited sort of way. Like it was cool. Superhero kind of cool. She distinctly remembered telling one doctor in particular to go screw himself. Twice. Heâd compared her to Daredevil. The blind lawyer from Hellâs Kitchen. She was nothing like Daredevil. Well, with one exception: she could see shadows, outlines, forms. Nothing definitive. Just like the blind superhero. But she doubted her vision would return to see something special like a rainstorm, where everything was all magical and beautiful and poignant. It sounded a lot cooler in a Marvel movie, instead of real life. Her life.
And now she was coming home. A place she hadnât returned to since the tragic accident that had taken the lives of her parents. She was basically helpless, depending on others, which she hated. Oh, the government was also helping her with a check for her troubles.
