Now That I've Found You (New York Sullivans #1)By: Bella Andre
Millions of readers have fallen in love with the San Francisco and Seattle Sullivans. Now, get ready to fall head over heels for the New York Sullivans!
World-renowned artist Drake Sullivan doesn’t paint women. Ever. Not when he knows all too well just how destructive the painter/muse relationship can be. But on the day Rosa Bouchard walks onto the cliffs outside his Montauk cottage, Drake is so captivated that he can’t stop himself from bringing her to life on canvas.
Shocked and horrified by the nude photos of herself that have just hit the Internet, reality TV star Rosa’s every instinct is to run from her Miami home and hide. After driving all night, she ends up in Montauk, New York, where she doesn’t know a soul. She plans to lie low until she can figure out how to deal with the media firestorm—and her own mother, who seems all too happy to sell out Rosa’s happiness for more fame, more fans, and more money. The very last thing Rosa expects is to find, and to fall for, a sinfully sexy man like Drake Sullivan.
Drake has never felt this way about anything he’s painted...and he’s definitely never felt this way about a woman. When they kiss, everything melts away but sweet, breathless desire. But can he convince Rosa to trust—and to love—again after such a devastating betrayal?
A Note From Bella
Now that the San Francisco and Seattle Sullivans have all found love, it's finally time for their cousins in New York to get their own happily-ever-afters. As soon as I began writing Drake Sullivan's book, I fell head over heels in love with him and his heroine, Rosa—along with his three siblings Suzanne, Harrison, and Alec. I absolutely cannot wait for you to read Drake and Rosa’s love story!
P.S. If this is your first time reading about the Sullivans, you can easily read each book as a stand-alone—and there is a Sullivan family tree available on my website (http://bellaandre.com/sullivan-family-tree/) so you can see how the books connect together!
P.P.S. Suzanne Sullivan’s story—Since I Fell For You—will be released in Fall 2016. Sign up for my newsletter (http://bellaandre.com/newsletter) to be contacted as soon as the newest Sullivan book comes out.
There was someone out on the cliffs. His cliffs.
Drake Sullivan watched as the person crossed the cliffs just beyond the trees surrounding his property. In the six years he’d owned this cottage on twenty acres at the northern tip of Long Island, few people had ever trespassed. Sure, his siblings and cousins often showed up out of the blue, but most people didn’t know the lone private parcel in Montauk Point State Park existed—even locals. The trails dead-ended a mile from the edge of his property, and even sailors out on the water couldn’t see his small cabin through the trees.
A black cap flew off the person’s head, and long, dark hair blew out. She didn’t try to catch the cap, didn’t actually seem to notice it was gone. Instead, she kept her head down as she walked along rocks that could be treacherous when wet. One wrong step and she could slip and fall on the sharp, unforgiving slate that rose up from the sand below.
The closer he looked through his cottage’s living room window, the less steady she appeared. The wind had kicked in big-time earlier that morning, and he could see her legs were shaking. Not just her legs: all of her. Anyone else out in this biting wind would have been wearing a jacket—a heavy one. Her T-shirt and jeans weren’t much better than being naked out there in the elements, especially now that the rain had started coming down in sheets.
Surprise shifted to concern as he realized she might not just be a hiker who had somehow found her way onto his property. Someone out to enjoy the outdoors would actually have been enjoying it—the growing swells of the surf, the violent dance of the storm clouds as they took over the sky, the golden beach such a surprising contrast to the dark gray cliffs that jutted up so abruptly. But this woman obviously wasn’t having a good time—barely seemed to notice where she was, in fact.
Was she trying to hurt herself by going out on the wet rocks when the wind was kicking up like this? Or did she just not know any better?