When Olivia Middleton abandons the glamour of Park Avenue for a remote, coastal town in Maine, everyone assumes she’s being the kind do-gooder she’s always been. But Olivia has a secret: helping an injured war veteran reenter society isn’t about charity—it’s about penance. Only, Olivia’s client isn’t the grateful elderly man she’s expecting. Instead, he’s a brooding twenty-four-year-old who has no intention of being Olivia’s path to redemption . . . and whose smoldering gaze and forbidden touch might be her undoing.

Paul Langdon doesn’t need a mirror to show him he’s no longer the hotshot quarterback he was before the war. He knows he’s ugly—inside and out. He’ll do anything to stay in self-imposed exile, even accept his father’s ultimatum that Paul tolerate the newest caretaker for three months or lose his inheritance. But Paul doesn’t count on the beautiful twenty-two-year-old who makes him long for things that he can never have. And the more she slips past his defenses, the more keeping his distance is impossible.Now Paul and Olivia have to decide: Will they help each other heal? Or are they forever broken?



Broken was a novel about two broken souls that couldn’t get past the pass. Olivia is a young 22 year old NYC native. Having the most horrible break up and in her last year in NYC she decides to drop and take a job in Maine away from the reminder of what she has done, except what she didn’t know was the person she was going to be a care taker for was a 24 year old war victim. The conversations with the father of the war veteran was in his 70’s so what she didn’t expect was this young man Mr. Paul.

She arrives in Maine and comes face to face with beast, but he was nothing more than an angry man that can’t get over the fact that he is no longer the towns high school star quarterback and face like a model. The war has crippled his leg and the scars on his face makes him feel like that he isn’t deserved in the society as he is the “monster” now.

After undue of attempts of his father’s request of a care taker, and one after another he sends them away without even a conversation and his dad decides to pull all the punches and bring Olivia and try to bring life back to son.

What you don’t expect is the challenge Olivia and Paul goes thru, and the life that gets brought back into Paul’s life, but will it be enough to keep going?

“I want her. But more than that, I want her to want me.”

“Olivia hasn’t just taught me how to love. She’s done something much bigger. She’s taught me how to live.
And I don’t want to do it without her.”

This book was really good, it was a different type of challenges than typical stories, and I really loved that Olivia did not treat others below her, and came to life and found herself – there was steamy parts, that made you sigh, and it was quick enough read that I soaked up the story without even a blink.



Olivia squirms. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ve never known a female to acquiesce that easily without a

catch. How about you hit me with it now and get it over with?”

Olivia shrugs. “Fine. I was going to say that I won’t run alone, if you promise to go with me.”

“No,” I say, almost before she’s finished her sentence.

“Why not?”

I rap my cane once against the ground. “Well, for starters, despite the fact that there are tortoises that could surpass your sorry excuse for a jog, I’m in no shape to accompany even the most pathetic of runners.”

“What a handy skill you have of overloading a sentence with insults,” she says as she reaches up to adjust her ponytail. “That must be helpful what with your thriving social life and all.”

I thump my cane against the ground again, studying her. “Must be nice, picking on the cripple.”

Olivia rolls her eyes. “Please. Your soul’s more crippled than your leg.”

She has no idea how right she is, and I have no intention of letting her anywhere close enough to find out. I’ve gotten good at shutting people out by pushing them away . . . being as nasty as possible until they reach their breaking point. But with her? It’s different.


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