Better Left Forgotten by Lisa Helen Gray

How far would you go to protect the ones you love?

Some things are better left forgotten, but for Caitlyn Michelson forgetting is not something that she can do. After the brutal death of her sister, she packs up her four year old daughter Carrie and moves across the country, all in an attempt to get away from her sister’s killer, Robin Quinton.

After blackmailing Robin she believes that she will finally be free to live her life. However Caitlyn was naive to think her threats would work against the man who brutally murdered her sister. It’s only when she meets gorgeous bad boy biker Cage Carter that she finally begins to feel like she is living again.

Will lady luck finally be on her side? Or will everything she has be torn away from her?

Review

Reviewed by Karen Lee

OMG! I it is 3:00 in the MORNING and the party across the road is still going strong. Caitlin is trying to get some rest before her 4 year old daughter gets up and she has to go to work, some 3 hours from now. But, no matter what she does with the pillow over her head, she cannot drown out the noise in the cabin across from hers. She saw them roll in earlier in the day, her little girl gleefully watching the very handsome men drive up the road on their motorcycles. She doesn’t care who they are, she will kick their butts if they wake up her daughter. Deciding enough is enough; she crosses the road and let’s just say, she puts an end to their music.

Cage Carter cannot believe what he is witnessing. This gorgeous young woman with a pair of very small sleep shorts and a tank top on has brought the party to a standstill. Wow, she is really ballsy. First to be half dressed, walking through a group of strangers, who have all been drinking takes guts. Then to effectively put an end to their party just takes the cake. When he questions her and sees how pissed off she is about the noise, he follows her back to her cottage, for what he doesn’t even know. Talking to her on her porch, he feels a pull, a need to get to know her. She is a firecracker and she has gotten under his skin.

Caitlin cannot believe her traitorous body. Soon as she saw him standing on her porch in just a pair of shorts, his bare chest glistening with beads of sweat, she started to get warm. Really warm. Her lower stomach and thighs were clenching just from gazing at the body of this hottie. Getting to know him is pure bliss, but when most of her immediate family have been murdered, for the secrets that she knows, can she really afford to see if this is someone she can be with? Could she live with putting him in harm’s way? Maybe she should just leave with her daughter, try to hide again from the past, and give up on the fairytale of a loving husband and family. Or should she trust the close circle of friends she now has around her, to keep her and her daughter safe and her fairytale future alive.

This was a fantastic read, which I finished in one day. Great story line with some HOT scenes, funny banter and a few tears. 4.5 stars!!

Purchase Links

Amazon UK ~ http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00M6F2QE0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Amazon US ~ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M6F2QE0

Kobo ~ http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/better-left-forgotten

Nook ~ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/better-left-forgotten-lisa-helen-gray/1120015226?ean=2940149659548

Goodreads~ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22053969-better-left-forgotten

Author page ~ https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-Helen-Gray-Author/222884537906957

Excerpt

“Enough is enough,” I chant in my head as I walk across the lawn towards the sound.

As I’m walking along, I notice the extension cable that leads to just the plug I’m after. I head over, ignoring the stares from the men around me. The women just give me curious looks as I storm past them, thinking of expletive words to shout at them. Sending a glare their way, I keep my head held high not giving a shit what they’re all thinking as I make my way towards the stereo. I unplug the plug as a round of ‘what the fuck’, ‘who turned the music off,’ and ‘what the fuck is she doing,’ comes from everyone around me. It doesn’t halt me from what I’m about to do.

I’m just about to snip the little bugger when a male husky voice comes from behind me. Every single hair on the back of my neck stands on edge. Every nerve ending in my body is hyper aware and the hair on the back of my neck stands on edge as my skin breaks out in goosebumps.

‘‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you kitten,’’ he warns.

Snapping my head around, I freeze when I lay my eyes upon the most incredibly ripped man I’ve ever seen in my life. Seriously, holy shit, give me a bucket of cold water now because I need cooling down. My skin feels like its on fire as I take in the perfection before me. His dark hair is short but still long enough to run my fingers through it. It’s scruffy and wild, giving him this rough edge look to his physique; I like it. His skin looks as soft as a baby’s bottom, giving me the urge to reach out and stroke it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. “His skin is flawless” as my sister would say if she were here. His eyes are a deep, dark brown colour with long black eyelashes, captivating me with his intense stare. Time has stopped all around me as my feet stay rooted to the spot while I keep looking over at his magnificent features. He has a five o’clock shadow on his strong jaw, which helps go with the bad boy look he has going on. What has me gawking though is that he’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of low hung baggy black shorts. His hard chest is glistening with sweat and I watch, fascinated, when I see a trickle of sweat drip down his chest, over the ridged muscle of his stomach, making me want to taste it with my tongue.

Holy fuck! Did I really just picture that?

It’s not like I can help it either; the bloke is packing some serious muscle. I swear I can feel drool foaming from my mouth.

‘‘Like something you see kitten?’’ he drawls, looking at me amused.

I snap out of my lustful daze, trying to ignore my flaming red face.

‘‘How about you put down the scissors,’’ he demands, making me shiver from the demanding tone in his voice.