All with-in three days, Paige Masterson turns twenty-one, she graduated from the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston, and she attends her parents wake. After everything with her parents’ deaths is taken care of, Paige leaves her hometown of South Boston, Massachusetts for an adventure across country, all made possible by the money left to her in her parents’ will. She ends up in Loveland, Colorado and she finds a home and a great rental space for her photo studio. Finally finding some breathing room and making new friends to join her in her healing, the last thing Paige needs is a relationship. Enter Ronan James, the newly drafted Quarterback for the Denver Mountain Lions. He’s the back-up QB, but he feels on top of the world. In this position, women fall at his feet, but he’s not a player by heart. He’s looking for that ONE woman. When he walks into a coffee shop with his best friend, Colton, and spots a dark-haired beauty sitting there with a few friends, she captures his eye. After the heartbreak of Paige’s parents’ death, the lies and betrayal from men in the past and present, will Paige push Ronan's advances away, or will she let him fix her broken heart to find love and can he keep her heart from falling in pieces once again?
Original Title:In Pieces (Pieces Triology #1)
Rating:7.62 / 10
Publisher:Published March 9th 2017 by Noelle Rahn-Johnson (first published August 1st 2015)
“Go and have your date night. Have fun,” I tell my parents. My parents have gone out every Friday night since I can remember. “I’m going to sit here, maybe watch a movie, and to go to bed early. There’s no more exams to worry about. Drive safe and I love you both,” I laugh. I’m so excited to be done with that chapter of my life.
“We love you too, Paige,” my mother says. Dad rubs her arm, anxious to be off. They are so in love, constantly brushing by or touching each other. We all say our goodbyes and I love you and then they both leave.
I watch my chick flick movie and I’m in bed by ten thirty p.m.
Suddenly, I’m jolted out of bed by a noise. What the hell was that? I look at my alarm clock. It’s two thirty-five a.m. Then the doorbell rings. I get out of b...