Saturday, 28 March 2015



About the Book

frontONLY_LTitle: Unbreakable
Author: Emma Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Romantic Suspense
Alex Gardener has her life planned out, down to the smallest detail. She has a skyrocketing career as a litigation attorney, a close group of socialite friends, and is engaged to one of the most successful businessmen in Beverly Hills. Everything is just as she wants it: comfortable, predictable, secure…if lacking passion. Fire.
Cory Bishop is a struggling working man, trying to make ends meet while fighting to keep custody his young daughter. He knows that working hard is the only way to achieve his goals, but lately it seems everything he wants hangs just out of reach.
The bank robbery changes everything.
Alex and Cory spend three harrowing days as hostages locked in a bank with fifty frightened people and six criminals who grow more desperate–and dangerous–by the hour. Alex and Cory find comfort and safety with each other and reveal their deepest hopes and fears and secrets, unknowingly building a bond forged out of desperation and fear, one that they can’t break, even once outside the bank’s walls.
Their lives are turned upside down, irrevocably altered, and they seek to move on and put the robbery–and each other–behind them.
But some bonds, once forged, cannot be broken.

Author Bio

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Emma Scott lives and works in the California Bay Area with her patient husband and two feisty little girls.


Book Excerpts
Excerpt #1
My engagement ring was in the pocket of my short blazer. I put my hand inside and twisted it around and around. It felt heavy. It felt like nothing. A trinket. What are you doing? What are you thinking?
I didn’t let myself think. I got to my feet and slipped quietly over the legs of my fellow sleeping captives and tapped gently at the door.
Wolfman cracked it. “What now?” He carried a huge automatic weapon that he frequently brandished to get compliance, but he had kind eyes. I sucked in a breath and took a chance.
                “Where is he?”
                “Ah, Christ, lady…”
                “I want to see him. I want to make sure he’s okay.”
                 “I already told you. He’s fine. Now sit down and shut up.”
                “Please.” I continued to not think and pulled my engagement ring from my pocket. It glinted brightly even in the meager light.
Wolfman’s eyes widened. “How did you manage to keep it?”
                “It doesn’t matter. It’s yours. Just let me see him.”
                Wolfman snorted. “It’s mine if I want it.” He rubbed his chin, staring at the ring, then snatched it out of my hand. “Come on.”
                I gasped as it disappeared into his pocket. What have I done? The diamond was too big, too ostentatious, too much compensation for so much that was missing between Drew and me. But it came from him. A symbol of our pledge to spend our lives together and I had given it away for…what?
I have to see that Cory’s okay with my own eyes. I have to. 
Wolfman walked down the darkened hallway and I hurried to catch up.
                After several turns, we arrived at a door, its placard stating the office belonged to the assistant bank manager. Wolfman stopped and slipped a key in the lock. 
                “Ten minutes,” he said. “And then I bust the door in.”
                “Ten minutes,” I said, over the pounding of my heart. “Thanks. Thank you.” I went in.
It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dimness. The office was windowless and small: a desk, a chair, and not much else. Movement to my left caught my eye. Cory had been sitting against the wall but scrambled to his feet when I came in.
“Are you okay?” He looked okay. The cut above his eye was a dark gash in the dimness but otherwise he looked unhurt. He looked beautiful. Alive. 
“I’m fine.” He took a step toward me. “Why are you here?”
“I had to see you. To make sure you were safe.” My eyes met his in the dark. I swallowed hard, and whispered, “We have ten minutes.”
In two long strides, he was there, hauling me to him and crushing his mouth to mine. A knee-weakening thrill shot down my spine, one I hadn’t felt in months. Years, even. The first sensations coursed through me, burned through me, like a spark racing along a fuse. Somewhere, guilt and shame tugged at the corners of my mind, but they faded to nothing under the onslaught of the desire that consumed me.

This…this is fire. 

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