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Title: FINALLY MINE

Author: Anne Hansen

Age group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover designer: Anne Hansen

Organized by: WordSmith Publicity

An incredible stroke of luck lands Vin Moretti a plea bargain—he spends his summer slaving at a country club instead of rotting in a jail cell. He plans to keep his head down and avoid the trust fund brats.

He never expects to fall for a gorgeous, amazing girl way out of his league.

When Keira McCabe falls in love with Vin Moretti, it’s head-over-heels, crazy, incredible love. She’s sure nothing can ruin what they have…but she has no idea how far Vin will go to protect her from the one thing he’s most afraid of: himself.

Summer ends, and Keira returns to the sprawling suburbs where she belongs, while Vin slinks back to the wrong side of the tracks and his old trouble-making ways. They promise to make long-distance love work.

It’s just dumb luck that her father’s unexpected demotion moves Keira smack in Vin’s gritty neck of the woods. Vin realizes he’ll need do whatever it takes to keep Keira safe—even if it means shutting the person he loves the most out of his dangerous life completely.

When Vin turns his back on Keira at her lowest moment, it finally hits her: she was never going to be anything more than his dirty little secret. Her life as she knows it has been torn to shreds, but she’s determined to make the best of it…with or without the guy she gave her heart to over the summer.

Vin starts to have second thoughts about his decision when he realizes how empty life is without Keira around. The problem is, Keira’s learned her lesson, and she isn’t about to be used again.

Vin realizes he’s going to have to pull out all the stops and turn his life around if he wants to make Keira finally his.

“What happened to us?” she asks, her voice caught by the rising wind. “This summer…you and me…there was nothing we couldn’t say to each other. There was zero awkwardness, Vin. I felt like you were the one person who could love the real me, the me who might turn into a basket case when all the stress I’d been dealing with finally came to a—”

Instead of finishing what she’s about to say, she hiccups on a sob.

Self-control be damned.

I rush over to her, pulling her tight against me. I let her grab the soft cloth of my t-shirt in her fists and bury her face just over my heart. Screw my stupid fucking rules about not letting her get too close. I run a hand over her hair as she cries, hard, never once lifting her face up to look at me.

I have no idea how much time goes by. It occurs to me that Gio might need me at the shop, and two words go through my brain as soon as that thought does: Fuck him.

My uncle can wait. My mother can hold dinner, Leo can chill at the drag strip, my father can call my brother if he needs help at the garage.

No one—not a single person—is more important than Keira.

By the time her sobs have settled into these sad little whimpers, the sun is dipping low over the snaking river. I pull her back, rubbing my thumbs over her temples.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” She does, her blue eyes bloodshot and rimmed with black makeup that runs down her face. She’s never looked more vulnerable or more beautiful. “You okay?”

She nods and starts to wipe her fingers under her eyes. “I must look like a hot mess.” She glances at my shirt, bites her lip, and groans. “I think I got snot on your shirt. My God, this is freaking embarrassing.”

“Shut up,” I say softly, tugging her hands down from her face. I pull up the bottom of my t-shirt and use it to swipe under her eyes, getting off most of the gunk. “You look damn beautiful. Same as you do every second of every day.”

“You’re just being nice because I cried all over you like some freak,” she protests, trying to step back. I hook a finger through one of her belt loops and tug her closer; she doesn’t resist. “I have no clue where that came from. I mean, I haven’t cried like that since Christmas...my mother loved Christmas so much and the memories were just…too heavy. Too sad. But the move, losing my car…you. I held up through all of it.”

“Right. And you’re confused about why you only had a nervous breakdown just now?” I smile at her, and she smiles back. For a second.

Then she pushes me away, shakes her head, and frowns. “Vin…what is this? What are we doing?”

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Anne Hansen is a die-hard romantic who loves fast cars, unsung heroes, and those crazy, funny conversations that make you laugh so hard, you end up in tears with stomach cramps. She likes to travel and has been all kinds of cool places--like Knoebels Theme Park, the biggest Paul Bunyan statue in Minnesota, and Paris. She loves listening to indie music, sitting around the campfire with her awesome family, and obsessively flipping through celebrity Instagram accounts (don't judge). But, most of all, she loves reading books and writing them, and she's excited to share her greatest passion with other book lovers!

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