HE LOVES ME…KNOT
by RC Boldt
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HE LOVES
ME…KNOT by RC Boldt tells the story about what happens when Emma Jane’s new
boss is the same man she left at the altar eight years ago. Fans of BEFORE WE
WERE STRANGERS by Renee Carlino and WAIT by A.L. Jackson will devour this
angsty yet sweet and sexy second chance romance. Because sometimes love needs a
second chance…
Title:
HE LOVES ME…KNOT
Author:
RC Boldt
Release
Date: November 14, 2017
Publisher:
RC
Boldt Publishing, LLC
Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
Word
Count: 76K
Format:
Print and digital
Synopsis:
Sometimes
love needs a second chance…
I
never looked back after skipping out on my own wedding, even if it did leave me
estranged from most of my family. Eight years later, I have the life I’ve
always wanted. As an advertising account executive, my world is damn near
perfect.
Until
I come face-to-face with my past. With the man I once loved. The man who holds
my future in his hands. The man who’s hell-bent on getting even with me for
leaving him at the altar.
Even
with all the unfinished business between us, I still love Knox Montgomery. The only
problem?
He loves me…KNOT.
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HE LOVES ME…KNOT Excerpt
Copyright
© 2017 RC Boldt
Barely a minute passes before the din of light
conversation ebbs to complete silence when a man enters the room and heads
straight for the opposite end of the table. I can only see the back of him as
he takes long, powerful strides, one hand grasping a thick binder. Something
seems so familiar about him... My eyes track his movements, and my forehead
creases as I try to place him.
His suit is well
tailored and it’s evident the man works out because even beneath the black
pinstriped dress pants, his backside is firm, the fabric doing nothing to mask
his powerful, muscled thighs. When he moves to set the binder down, his suit
jacket shifts and hints at a firm, flat stomach beneath the button-down shirt.
My appraisal continues down to his hands when he draws one hand back from the
binder.
An odd sensation
overtakes me, and a rousing awareness crackles within the air, causing me to
immediately grow still.
Then he turns, fully
facing everyone in the room, and it’s in this moment my breath is completely
robbed from me.
As if in shock, my mind
refuses to operate on all cylinders, acting sluggish. I continue to take in the
sight before me, cataloguing my observations. The square jawline that used to
remain clean-shaven now has a short, neatly trimmed beard of the same dark
shade of brown as his hair. My eyes skim over the straight nose that has the
faintest bump on the bridge from the time when he was five and fel—
Sweet Lord, no.
As the man’s identity
dawns on me, my eyes flicker over my coworkers seated around the large table
before I return my panicked gaze to the individual who’s garnering attention
with his commanding presence.
He surveys everyone in
attendance and those piercing green eyes, framed by dark lashes, scan each
person and slowly travel around the table. My heart skips a beat when his eyes
lands on me. If I weren’t scrutinizing so intently, I wouldn’t have caught the
slight pause, the faint shift in depth of his gaze, as it grows frigid before
he continues his perusal of the remainder of the staff members.
My throat grows dry and
I immediately wish I’d brought my water bottle along. A stick of gum, even.
Anything.
I should’ve known better
than to think my past wouldn’t catch up to me at some point.
In my case, however, it
seems my past is the new owner of my place of employment.
Knox Montgomery. The man
I left at the altar.
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About RC
Boldt:
RC Boldt
currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks
on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're
in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a
particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do
almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.