**Infinite Us by Eden Butler**
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Butler and her latest release, INFINITE US … Plus a GIVEAWAY! 😊
**EDEN BUTLER**
**BIO**
Eden
Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and romantic suspense novels and
the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English
pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she's not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
When she's not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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**INFINITE US**
Release
Date: April 28TH, 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Contemporary
Genres: Adult, Romance, Contemporary
**BLURB**
Love is timeless…
Nash
Nation loves zeroes and ones, over-sized monitors and late office hours. He’s
too busy taking over the world to make time for relationships—that is, until
his new neighbor Willow O’Bryant barges into his life, and now Nash can’t shake
the feeling that this isn’t the first time she’s interrupted his world.
Then,
the dreams start. And in the dreams—memories.
Memories
of a girl named Sookie who couldn’t count on love or friendship, never mind
forever. Memories of a library and a boy called Isaac and secrets made in
private that destroyed his world.
The
memories seem real, but who do they belong to?
When
Nash and Willow discover the truth, life as they know it unravels.
The
bridge between this life and the next is shored up by blood and bone and
memory. Sometimes, that bridge leads to the place we’ve always wanted to be.
—
NOTE: This is a completely
revamped re-release version of this title with new characters and is a
standalone with a HEA
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**EXCERPT 1**
“This thing
we got… I told you, it won’t be easy.”
“Nothing
good is ever easy, Isaac.”
There was a
pause as unasked questions hovered around us. I considered what life would be
like with Isaac, that no matter how committed we might be to our relationship, we
could not exist in a vacuum. Struggles would follow us wherever we went, and
would spill out to our families, our loved ones, our friends.
He waited.
Although Isaac was the one who moved with caution, the one who refused to
assume that the easy road would be ours to travel, he waited for me to come to
a decision. He wanted me to say yes, but wouldn’t ask the question. He would
not lead me anywhere, but would be waiting for me when I arrived—if I didn’t
turn back.
“Isaac?” He
nodded again and brought me closer. His cheeks were wide, his features strong
and he closed his eyes, as though he relished the feel of my fingertips over
his face. “Will you love me? No matter what happens?”
Isaac pulled
me around him, holding me against his large body, his hand around my waist. His
voice was quiet, but filled with strength, with conviction. “Always.”
No one had
touched me like Isaac. He had a way about him, something real and honest that
was assured by his long, perfect fingers down my back and the slip of his tongue
inside my mouth. There was no fear, not when those fingers gripped me tighter,
when he slowly lowered my zipper and held my hand as I stepped out of my dress.
He watched
me then, and even though a different Riley might have been shy, I liked the way
his stare felt against my bare skin. It was me he wanted, only me; only I could
sate his hunger, redeem that desperate look that had caught him in a silent
pause.
Isaac still
held my hand, arm extended with that hard, greedy gaze working over me. He made
me feel needed, wanted, he made me feel necessary. And when he pulled my hand
to rest it against his heart, I held my breath, waiting to hear what he
thought, hoping he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “My sweet… my beautiful
Riley.”
He stepped
back, my fingers trailing away from his chest, and tugged off his shirt,
dropping it to the floor, instantly forgotten. Isaac picked me up and carried
me to the bed, divesting me of everything that kept me covered, and everything
that kept him hidden from me.
I had never
seen a naked man before. I’d never been naked with a man before. But there I
lay on Isaac’s large bed covered by his long legs and muscular thighs, my small
frame underneath him, open to him as he took control and showed me what it
meant to be loved.
“You and me,
Riley, there’s nothing but this. Nothing else but this, how we are right now.”
Isaac never
spoke much of his feelings, the things that rocked his soul, the many worries
that kept him up at night. Maybe he didn’t know how to say he loved me, but
just then, with Isaac’s warm, solid body right against mine, skin to skin,
touching me like no one ever had before, I decided words weren’t all that
important.
“Nothing
else, my love. Nothing else at all.”
**TEASERS**
**EXCERPT 2**
“No!” He didn’t slow until I scrambled to grab him,
pulling on his arm. “Dempsey, don’t be a fool. It wasn’t your brother. I
swear.” He came around to face me, mouth still set hard and somber when he
stared down at me. “It wasn’t Malcolm, cher, I promise.”
He
took to looking me over, hard, but that small word, cher, worked like a balm on
him, keeping the rise of fury from his head. He liked when I called him that,
which is why I never did it much. But the more Dempsey looked, the more frozen
and raw I felt. Were there marks or bruises starting up where that old man had
grabbed me, scratches? I was too scared to look, too caught up in the hard look
on Dempsey's face. In my stillness, he looked me up and down, over my face, to
the top of my head, back down to my face, over my cheekbones, until he stopped
to stare at my mouth. I swear there was something peculiar about the look in
his eyes then, how he took on the air of someone who hadn’t had anything at all
to fill his belly. Dempsey stepped closer, resting his hands on my shoulders
and I let him, liked how big his fingers felt on my skin, how one palm covered
my collarbone completely. But then it was like the moment between us passed
when he realized just how torn my shirt was and went all still.
His
skin went pale white just as mine pinked up and heated over my cheeks as his
gaze traveled down my neck, to my resting on the beige strap of my frayed
undershirt.
“Who…”
He cleared his throat, like something thicker than hay had taken root in the
back of his mouth. “Who?”
It
was the breath I let out that brought his attention back to my face and again
his expression straddled somewhere between irate anger and fretting like none
I’d ever seen from him before.
There
was no sense in lying. Dempsey would believe me even if no one else would. No
one who mattered to me anyway. “That Joe Andres was drunk and snuck up on me on
the north side of your daddy’s sugarcane field.” He nodded once, and his jaw
worked hard again so I hurried to keep him calm. “Likely he’s too drunk to know
what he done…”
“What
did he do?” The pressure of his fingers on my shoulder tightened.
“Nothing,
Dempsey, he didn't get to do nothing.” When his expression didn’t change, I
grabbed his hand, twisting my fingers with his and pulled them both from my
shoulder. “He tried to grab me and got hold of my shirt but… I… well, I socked
him good in the eye.”
Dempsey’s
laugh came quick, like a streak of lightning that makes the darkest night light
up. It was a nice sound, something I didn’t hear near enough for my liking.
“You punched that fat jackass?”
“Dempsey
Simoneaux!” He shrugged, ignoring how I fussed at him for the cursing. Couldn’t
be helped. Dempsey had probably never used such crude words out loud before
now.
“Well,
I’m speaking the truth. I doubt the good Lord would mind so much me calling a
spade a spade.”
The
laugh that pulled from me felt nice, but not as much as how I lit up with
things I didn’t know how to name when he pulled me close and let me rest my
cheek against his chest.
I
could have counted the seconds of my breath just then; I could have set them
inside me like moments that would be precious if ever there came a time when
the world had gone all black and dark and I needed something to remind me of
the lightness I’d known. That moment, with Dempsey’s strong arms around me,
would have been the brightest light in my memories. It would have split away
the darkness and made me happy for the blindness it caused.
It
wasn’t smart to hope for things that would never be. It wasn’t my life that was
charmed. When you live here, when you are as I was, as all my people would ever
be, hope was a funny thing, especially when there was trouble stirring around
the edges of our days. Like the rim of the levee just before it breaks, worries
were coming. I knew that because they always did and no amount of wishing me
and Dempsey could disappear from the world right then would keep the waters
from spilling over.
“Dempsey…
what if he comes after me?” I spoke that low, against the fabric of his cotton
shirt. It smelled fresh, like he’d pulled it right off the line.
“Don’t
you worry over that, Sookie.” He pulled back, lifting my face with his knuckle.
“You don’t ever have to worry about anyone hurting you, so long as I’m around.”
He
was so sweet. Maybe a little stupid about how things worked, but Dempsey sure
was a sweet boy. The frown came back on his face when I shook my head. “You
can’t say that.”
“Can
so.” I liked the way he tilted his head, how there were so many things he
thought just then, each one showing themselves in the shift of his mouth; how
it moved from frown to smile and back to something in between the two. He moved
his hands around to touch my face, holding my head still like there was
something he wanted to make sure I heard and knew to the marrow of my bones. I
couldn’t breathe when he looked at me the way he did then, all serious and
fierce. One look and he stole the air from my lungs.
“No
matter where I am. No matter where I go, I won’t let anybody hurt you. Not
ever.”
I
wanted to believe him. There was a truth he spoke just then, something he
uttered without a sound that lit up his eyes and made those high, sharp
cheekbones look pink and bright. He had a nice face, good enough for the
pictures, I’d wager. He was handsome and sweet, but not so smart about how our
lives would always be.
“I
wish I could believe that.” He went on holding my face and I stared at the
shine in his eyes, how the dim light through the cracks and spaces between the
walls around us shone bright in his gray eyes. “It would be nice, I think, to
have someone always watching over me.”
“I
mean it, Sook. With everything I am.” His touch got firmer when I shook my head
again and Dempsey pulled me closer, my head resting on his chest. “As long as
there is breath inside me, I’ll protect you.”
“I
don’t need you protecting me.”
“Maybe
not, but I need to do the protecting.”
He
circled me in his arms, holding me to him, and I could feel his heart beating
in his chest, strong and regular, safe.
“Why?”
It
took him a long few seconds before he answered. Around us, the night went on as
it always had, as it always would. The owls and crickets made on with their
noisy business, as the wind swept cool relief through the leaves around us. I
stopped worrying about Andres and whether he’d be coming after me. Just then,
everything went away: my thoughts, my worry, even the breath in my lungs until
I heard Dempsey’s answer.
“Because,
sweet Sookie. I love you something fierce.” And right then, the world stopped
spinning. The axis of life became uneven and slow as Dempsey Simoneaux, a boy
who’d been my friend, bent close to me, breath hot and sweet against my face
and kissed me so slow, so soft just enough that my body felt electrified. Just
enough that I knew that at that moment, my world slowly began to unravel.
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