How long would you wait for true love?
Someday, Someday, an all-new standalone new adult romance by International bestselling author Emma Scott, is live!
Max Kaufman was kicked out of his home as a teen and his life has been an uphill battle ever since. From addiction and living on the streets, to recovery and putting himself through nursing school, he’s spent the last ten years rebuilding his shattered sense of self. Now he’s taken a job as a private caretaker to Edward Marsh III, the president and CEO of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world. Max soon learns Marsh’s multi-billion-dollar empire is a gold and diamond-encrusted web of secrets and lies.
The longer Max works and lives with the Marsh family, the tighter the secrets tangle around him. And his heart—that he’s worked so hard to protect—falls straight into the hands of the distant, cold, and beautiful son of a dynasty…
Silas Marsh is set to inherit the family fortune, but his father is determined his heir be the “perfect” son. Before Silas can take over the company and end its shady business practices, he must prove himself worthy…and deny his true nature.
Silas must choose: stand up to his father by being true to himself and his undeniable feelings for Max. Or pretend to be someone he is not in order to inherit everything. Even if it means sacrificing a chance at happiness and real love.
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Max caught me tugging at the hood for the tenth time and looked straight ahead. “Wear it, Si, if you’re so concerned.”
“It’s not…you,” I said. “It’s the paparazzi. I don’t want a repeat of the lunch. I hate the invasion of privacy. And it’s…”
“What?”
I tore off my sunglasses and waved them at the crab shack. “Don’t you wish like hell you could have a bucket of crab legs and wash it down with a bucket of beer like a normal person? No addictions. No thinking twice. Just…life?”
Max looked out over the marketplace, at the candy shops with barrels of taffy on the sidewalk. The scents of coffee and chocolate laced the air, mingling with the salt of the Sound; tourists clogged the walkways while seagulls screeched overhead.
“This is life,” he said. He turned his gaze to me. “This is it.”
Our locked gazes deepened and fell into each other. My breath felt trapped in my chest. I wasn’t a romantic guy, but the way the sunlight beamed through the clouds to fall over Max, turning strands of his dark brown hair coppery…
Another urge came, to fist my hand in that hair and haul him to me. Roughly. Demanding. And those muscles under his jacket would feel as hard as I imagined they were. He’d grip me just as tightly, and we’d kiss like it was a battle of wills, of who would conquer who; and wouldn’t end until we were both naked somewhere, sated, sweaty, and spent…
Jesus fucking Christ…
“Si?”
I blinked and mentally submerged myself in Copper Lake. But goddamn, I was unraveling so fast. It was as if what I endured in Alaska had kept its power so long as it stayed in the dark. A dirty secret. A sham that I had needed to purify myself for my father. Once the light came on, its true nature was obvious.
And so was mine.
“Nothing, sorry. What?”
“I was saying normal is overrated.” Max cocked his head and that sharp gaze took inventory of my dilated pupils, my shortened breath. “You want to talk about the other night?”
“The other night…?” I wondered if he was remembering me in his bed.
“The drinking,” he said. “You want to talk about it?”
“No. We’re here to forget about shit for a few hours, remember?”
“Okay,” he said, letting it go. “You hungry? I’m hungry. Let’s eat. But no beer.”
“Sure,” I said, smiling grimly as we resumed walking. “Let’s get some juice boxes and peanut butter sandwiches.”
Max laughed and jerked his chin at a pizza joint where the smell of pepperoni was drawing in tourists. “How about pizza and a Coke?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Works for me but what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you want?”
“I just said…” I fumed in frustration. “Jesus, will you shut up already and let me take care of you?”
The words burst out of me before I could snatch them back. Max’s eyes widened and I cursed.
“Take care of lunch, I meant,” I said. He kept smiling and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. Let’s go eat pizza.”
We shared a pepperoni pizza and washed it down with soda. Max told me about his life in San Francisco and his best friend there, a dancer named Darlene. In exchange, I told him about Holden.
“He was a guy in Alaska,” I said slowly. “Early on, when I was still fighting back, he was… a friend.”
“Okay.” Max leaned over the small, high table that was hardly bigger than the tray the pizza came on. He listened with his full attention, his entire self.
“But I’m not going to go into…all that,” I said. “Not here.”
“You don’t have to, Si,” Max said. “But I’d love to know that you had something good there. Even just one thing. That it wasn’t all a nightmare.”
I turned my gaze to the sun-lit street. “It was a nightmare. Being caught with Holden made it worse. We didn’t do anything,” I added quickly. “We were trying to get warm. He was shivering so fucking badly… They made us sleep in the same cabin, but we weren’t allowed to touch. A test of our willpower, they called it.”
The marketplace dissolved, and I was huddled under a scrap of blanket, while Holden, a few feet over, was shaking and moaning softly.
“I said ‘fuck it’ and moved next to him and tried to warm him up. I swore I’d stay awake and keep watch, but it felt good. Not just the warmth but being touched by someone that wasn’t a beating or…” I closed my eyes as the memories assaulted me with fists and clubs and icy water. “But I fell asleep and they caught us. And there were…consequences.”
I blinked to see Max’s expression cycling through pain, horror, anger.
“Christ, never mind. I’m ruining the day…”
“No.” Max reached over and took hold of my wrist. “I’m sorry, Silas. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
I stared. No one had said that to me before.
His fingers curled around mine, and I held on. “It was so much worse. Whatever you’re thinking…it was worse. How do I…?” I swallowed. “How do I come back from something like that?”
A muscle in his jaw ticked. He started to answer when a guy jostled me from behind. The place was getting crowded. With sudden panic twisting my stomach, I realized I was holding Max’s hand. In public.
I snatched mine away and glanced around. “You done? We should go.”
Max’s face went blank. “Sure.”
Back out in the market, we wandered past shops, Max walking with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
“What next?” I asked after the tension between us had unraveled a little. “You change your mind about the helicopter?”
“Nope,” he said. He jerked his chin at something ahead, a slow smile spreading over his lips. “There.”
I looked. “The arcade? What, are we ten?”
“Who says you need to be a kid to love an arcade? Come on. I have the sudden need to kick your ass at Galaga. Which I will.”
I snorted. “You wish.”
Emma Scott is an internationally bestselling author whose books have been featured in Buzzfeed, Huffington Post, New York Daily News and USA Today’s Happy Ever After. She writes emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy emotionally-charged stories that rip your heart out and put it back together again, with diverse characters and heroes with a heart of gold, you will enjoy her novels.
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