The Refiner by Kristy Marie <— SECRET BABY & THE COLD & DETACHED DOCTOR ALERT! This one just recently went LIVE and to celebrate, the author has sent us some fun facts and an excerpt, PLUS!!! She’s today’s newsletter sponsor!
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫:
From bestselling author Kristy Marie comes, The Refiner, a steamy, enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance packed with all the feels and laughter your heart can take.
Dr. Astor Potter was everything I despised in a man.
It didn’t matter that he was my sister’s one-night stand or her closest colleague. I wasn’t charmed by his philanthropy or the way he made babies laugh using those ridiculous voices.
Dr. Potter was cold, detached, and reeked of disdain. Nothing mattered to him. Not the messages I left. Or the tears I shed. Nothing brought him to life.
Until my sister died.
And I placed my newborn niece in his arms. Her father’s arms. He didn’t know about the baby. Neither did I.
They say love can’t be born from hate and grief. I’m inclined to agree. But then he asked me to stay…
“Let me go,” I whisper-growl. I’m not above getting louder and interrupting this family squabble.
“No.” His voice is clipped, but his gaze is still focused on his brothers.
“You need to handle that,” I suggest, hoping to redirect his attention to someone other than me.
Astor leans down to my ear and drops my shirt, seeming to agree, but then he says, “Do not attempt to walk out of this house because I will chase you.”
“Are you threatening me?”
I narrow my eyes to slits, just as he fingers a lock of hair before moving it off my shoulder. “I’m promising that we’ll put on a show for the entire neighborhood if you disobey me.”
Oh hell no. “I’m not your daughter. You don’t tell me what to do.” I don’t know what happened in that shower he took earlier, but clearly the hot water washed away some brain cells. Disobey me… Have you ever? This man is delirious.
I lift my gaze and find him staring right at me, his jaw hardened, but what concerns me is his smile. A smile that I haven’t seen on him before. A smile that screams danger. “Then run. Let’s see who prevails.”
Then run. Those two words manage to send shivers throughout my body.
I cannot with this man. “Crazy is not a good look for you, Dr. Potter. I suggest you tame that before you remain a bachelor forever.”
What am I supposed to do with that statement? Test him? He seems quite serious that he has no problem looking foolish by chasing me through the neighborhood. And while I’m never one to back down from a challenge, I’m not in the mood to end up on the news and mortify Tatum when footage shows up years later of me and her father weaving through the bushes of million-dollar mansions while screaming profanities at each other.
I’m not saying I won’t act crazy—especially if Astor keeps up his bossiness. I’m just saying I’m not in the mood right now.
So, I’ll let this one slide.