What his mind can't remember, her heart can't forget...
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Release Date: October 19, 2010
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic
Available Formats: eBook Only
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Thirteen stories up. Two broken hearts. One last chance...
Surgeon Grant Sullivan’s once-perfect life lies in ruins. His daughter is gone—lost in a tragic accident he dare not allow himself to remember—and his beautiful wife now stares at him from across a legal table, insisting she wants nothing from him.
Julia Sullivan lost everything, especially her illusions about her marriage, after the accident. Her grief only seemed to drive Grant farther into his emotional shell—except for the nights he turned to her in silent, furious passion. Unable to live like a ghost in her old life, she’s packed up what’s left of her broken heart and is ready to move on. Alone.
Determined to break their stalemate, Grant follows Julia onto the elevator just in time for an earthquake. Trapped for hours in a building pressure cooker of unspoken pain, he’ll do anything to remind her what she’s leaving behind, as deliciously as he can. But giving her what she needs to save their marriage is the one thing that could destroy his soul.
“Ms. Tenorio has created a gripping, yet compelling story of love and loss and what happens when fear and lack of communication threatens to take over and destroy everything that you know, but more importantly, everyone you love.
“For those of you who have lost a loved one, Dee Tenorio’s Shaken will delve deep into your soul. For those of you who have not, grab a box of tissues because you’re about to experience a painful, yet remarkable miracle that will let you know that at the end of the day, God always has a bigger plan.”
—The Blackraven, Blackraven’s Reviews.com
“I loved Shaken, pure and simple. It’s not a “happy” book, but though it had its tear-jerker moments, it wasn’t a “downer” either. Love, hope, and life after loss bring shine to Shaken. Every book I read of Ms. Tenorio’s keeps me coming back for more and Shaken is no exception.”
“This is a story you have to read. It pulls at you, it tears you into pieces, it pounds at you, it moves you, and it gives you hope in love and forgiveness.
“SHAKEN is an emotional powerful novella in which Dee Tenorio delves into feelings of loss, guilt and grief which such rawness and sincerity I was truly moved, not to say shaken, by this short story. And next to the emotional punch this story also more than delivered in the erotic department with some hot and sexy love scenes…
From the very first page this book put a lump in my throat with its intensity, heartbreak and emotional need that spoke from every word, sentence and page. If you’re looking for a read that touches you in that deep, dark place in your heart where loss resides once you’ve suffered losing a loved one, this book is it and you should definitely read it, and make sure you keep the tissues close by. “
“Ohh what a great read this story is. It’s quick, easy to follow, HOT, sexy, and the plot is one that will tear at your heart. I swear it’s one that you will be connecting with. I could see it truly happening, it’s so realistic. And the actions of the characters is believable. The story is engaging and once again I’ll say Hot and Sexy. I’d highly recommend it for readers over the age of 21 who are looking for something quick, engaging, realistic, hot and satisifying. “
“Reading Shaken by Dee Tenorio literally shook me to the core as waves of emotions crossed over me throughout the quarter of an hour it took me to read the story. Shaken is heartbreaking to read, yet shows beautifully how a deep abiding love between two people can overcome even the greatest tragedies in life.”
—Maldives, Maldivian Book Reviewer’s Blog
Grade: 4.25 of 5
“Wow, this was an emotion wrenching story. The story is only like 45 pages long but it packs a punch in those pages…Great story!”
“I absolutely loved and recommend Shaken. If you’re a fan of Dee Tenorio, you’ll definitely love this novella. The writing is fantastic, the characters are well-rounded and developed, and there is enough tension/drama/angst to keep you turning the pages to learn what happens next.”
—Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews.com
“When I read a book, I want to feel what the characters are feeling. Joy, sadness, anger, fear. Even hot and bothered. 🙂 Ms. Tenorio more than delivered on that and I am very excited to start exploring her backlist.”
“Dee Tenorio is the master of melding heart and heat and she knocks it out of the park in her latest novella,Shaken.
“Shaken is a beautifully written tale of grief and true love and healing and forgiveness… Dee Tenorio is just so good at painting a picture with words. This book is ripe with imagery that drove every emotion home like a sledge-hammer. I actually had to put it down at points because it was so gut-wrenching. At the same time, the author never crosses that intangible line between emotional and depressing, tempering the sadness with a gripping story of passionate love between a man and a woman. The result is bittersweet perfection.
I’m not ashamed to say that this book hit me hard and by the time I was finished, I was simultaneously wrung out and triumphant.
Julia leaned against the wall of the elevator car, watching her husband come ever closer, each step a slow, stalking movement. She could still taste him on her lips, knew what he planned to do if she let him close enough. The question was whether or not she wanted to.
No, that wasn’t even a question.
Whether she should.
Her body shook, not in fear—she could never be afraid of Grant—but with need. That kiss ignited too many feelings, awakening something in her that had been blessedly numb since she’d left their home. Desire.
He stood almost over her now, their bodies nearly touching. His warmth called to her, his breath. If she wanted him, all she had to do was reach out and touch. Undo the buttons on that gray shirt, find the muscled flesh beneath. Then she’d be able to press her face to his skin, taste it with wet, sucking kisses that made him groan deep in his chest. Her fingers itched, ready to seek out the muscled ripples along his ribs.
She tightened them on the metal handrail instead.
This was why she’d left. Because Grant turned every quiet moment, every opportunity to talk, into sex. He disappeared from her emotionally, verbally, physically in every way except for the moments he was stripping her. Pleasuring her. Filling her until she screamed from the raw pleasure of it. And then he’d always leave her afterward. Leave her more alone with each experience, until she felt as if there were nothing left of her. She couldn’t face it again.
“This is hardly the place for what you’re thinking,” she said, but the argument lacked the strength she knew it needed.
“This is the only place we have left, don’t you think?” His fingertip touched her jaw, soft as a feather, tilting her face up to his. “Haven’t you missed this, Julia?”
So much her body, her soul, ached day and night.
His lips grazed hers. “I feel like I’m breathing again for the first time in months.” Firmer pressure…or had she lifted onto her toes to press closer? She wasn’t sure. “Like my heart’s beating again, just touching you.”
Hers, too. Beating so fast it felt like a flutter.
His fingers left her jaw, the backs of them trailing down her neck to the collar of her blouse, which felt like it was strangling her. He tugged on the tie, gently. Asking permission. God, how she wanted to give it to him.
She stared up, his face so close to hers, but his gaze was on the tie at her neck. His black lashes spread like thick fans just above his stark cheekbones. So haggard, so…lost. She lifted her hand to his cheek, his heavy stubble tickling her palm. If she gave in, though, he’d be gone in a heartbeat…
It hit her then. Gone where? They were trapped. He couldn’t walk away this time. Couldn’t leave her behind. Couldn’t hide from her questions. Her love.
Against all her better judgment, hope flared in her heart.
“Let me touch you, Jules,” he whispered roughly, lowering his mouth to the corner of hers. Slowly he made his way down her body, touching but not taking. Almost as if he couldn’t help himself. Until he knelt before her, hands on her thighs, waiting. Watching her. “Let me make it better.”
God, did she have the strength? Could she take one more risk, after everything she’d already lost? Her daughter, her marriage… Could she bear it if she tried to reach for her husband and everything she feared about their relationship was true?
Could she bear it if she was wrong and never took the opportunity to find out for sure?
Closing her eyes, she finally let go of the rail. She reached blindly for his hands, guiding them to the hem of her skirt…and underneath. Her breath slipped out in a rush when he began lifting the fabric, sliding the skirt higher and higher up her thighs.
Her breath disappeared altogether when she felt the first hot lick of his tongue.