I Found You. Jane Lark

I Found You - Jane  Lark


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      I Found You

      Jane Lark

      A division of HarperCollinsPublishers

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      Contents

       Jane Lark

       Praise for Jane Lark

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty One

       Chapter Twenty Two

       Chapter Twenty Three

       Chapter Twenty Four

       Epilogue

       Love Romance?

       About HarperImpulse

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Jane Lark

      I love writing authentic, passionate and emotional love stories.

      I began my first novel, a historical, when I was sixteen, but life derailed me a bit when I started suffering with Ankylosing Spondylitis, so I didn’t complete a novel until after I was thirty when I put it on my to do before I’m forty list.

      Now I love getting caught up in the lives and traumas of my characters, and I’m so thrilled to be giving my characters life in others’ imaginations, especially when readers tell me they’ve read the characters just as I’ve tried to portray them.

      “Jane Lark has an incredible talent to draw the reader in from the first page onwards.”

       Cosmochicklitan Book Reviews

      "Any description that I give you would not only spoil the story but could not give this book a tenth of the justice that it deserves. Wonderful!"

       Candy Coated Book Blog

      "This book held me captive after the first 2 pages. If I could crawl inside and live in there with the characters I would."

      A Reading Nurse Blogspot

      “The book swings from truly swoon-worthy, tense and heart wrenching, highly erotic and everything else in between.”

       Best Chick Lit.com

      “I love Ms. Lark's style—beautifully descriptive, emotional and can I say, just plain delicious reading? This is the kind of mixer upper I've been looking for in romance lately.”

       Devastating Reads BlogSpot

       Chapter One

      The beat of the music pounded through my earphones, drowning out the loud rattle of the subway trains. I was in the zone. My heart was racing, my feet striking the pavement with the rhythm of the bassline as I ran.

      The monotony of city life swamped me in the day, but running brought me back from it at night.

      God, I missed home, and fuck it was cold.

      Too cold to snow. I heard the words Dad always repeated. I’d always thought it a myth. Was it ever too cold to snow? I didn’t know, but people had been saying it all day.

      The pavement was dry, not icy. Dry with cold. There was no moisture in the air, only the cloud of my breath, as my lungs filled and then exhaled with the pace of my strides.

      Maybe it was true. God, there were so many myths in the world. Like, New York City was the place to be. It still felt like new shoes to me, like it just didn’t fit.

      The asphalt felt firm beneath my sneakers.

      I looked forward, trying to increase my pace and energy, burning away the doubts and disappointments I’d felt since I came to the city.

      At the end of the bridge there was a figure, caught in the middle of a beam of orange lamplight, like some illuminated angel. I generally only saw other guys jogging on the bridge path. It was rare to see anyone else.

      It was Thanksgiving in little over a week and Christmas in a few weeks. Lindy was pissed I wasn’t going back home, but she’d made up her mind to come to me for Christmas.


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