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No Place Like Home
Maxine Morrey
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Two hearts. One home?
Ellie Laing has a very good reason to want to stay single: her last relationship put her in danger. And she’s worried that while the physical scars will heal, the emotional ones never can. So, travelling to Kansas for her best friend Sandy’s wedding, Ellie’s in need of some time alone. And Sandy’s brother Ben’s rural and idyllic ranch seems like the perfect place for it.
Ben comes with his own baggage – a failed marriage in his past, and a big question mark over his future – and he knows the feelings he had for Ellie belong firmly in the history books. But, sitting on his porch with her, he’s never felt more at home.
Both of them swore they were better off alone … yet is it possible that two broken hearts could come together to heal?
About the Author (#ulink_35663dca-72a1-568e-8e3a-1ac6235db1d2)
Maxine has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember and wrote her first (very short) book for school when she was ten. As time went by, she continued to write, but ‘normal’ work often got in the way. She has written articles on a variety of subjects, as well as a local history book on Brighton. However, novels are her first love.
In August 2015, she won HarperCollins/Carina UK’s ‘Write Christmas’ competition with her first romantic comedy, Winter’s Fairytale.
Maxine lives on the south coast of England, and when not wrangling with words loves to read, sew and listen to podcasts. Being a fan of tea and cake, she can (should!) also be found doing something vaguely physical at the gym.
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‘I’ve fallen head over heels for Maxine’s writing style’
‘I’m a big fan of Maxine’s writing and I love how she is able to write lighthearted romantic comedies that have serious issues at their centre’
‘I love Maxine Morrey’s books’
‘Hand on heart, I could read a Maxine Morrey novel every day of the week without getting bored’
‘I’m a big fan of Morrey’s books’
‘Maxine has this way of captivating her readers with charismatic and memorable characters’
No Place Like Home
MAXINE MORREY
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
Copyright © Maxine Morrey 2019
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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E-book Edition © May 2019 ISBN: 9780008318512
Version: 2019-02-25
Table of Contents
Cover (#u26847f3c-498a-5b15-9e15-4d6d22d8ca07)
Blurb (#ud0716d58-28b2-5f48-9103-04ce26836cb0)
About the Author (#uda5981ec-b62e-5a9d-bef3-c36eb176490c)
Praise for Maxine Morrey (#u0362aff6-f44a-597b-bdea-ecc6584d2af0)
Title page (#uaf1be0b0-b8d5-5f7a-8893-fb800b99e1b2)
Copyright (#u620659ef-2674-5ca5-b04b-31e42ee131c0)
Dedication (#u602ece47-3125-5668-b33a-e93ae888d1a9)
Chapter 1 (#ude184ab6-d4e5-58ce-bd6b-76e67471f00f)
Chapter 2 (#ud06e025c-6460-5af6-ae06-f67a516664f4)
Chapter 3 (#u391d6ac5-d2a1-5de7-a1c2-603ea3f7328c)
Chapter 4 (#u6dcf5100-afde-571d-8d49-25d151576902)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader … (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
To those readers who have ever messaged me to say how much they’ve enjoyed one of my books, you totally made my day. Thank you.
Chapter 1 (#ulink_fec8f758-5774-507b-9516-39a954f2b318)
Ellie’s back went rigid as the door slammed. Quickly pulling the bedroom door closed, she turned as a bunch of keys were thrown down on the hall table.
‘You’re home early.’
‘Problem with that?’ Carl sneered in a voice thick with sarcasm and alcohol. Ellie swallowed and tried to push back the panic she felt rising within her.
‘I just lost a bloody contract I’ve spent the last six months fighting for to some hot shot who just happens—’ he made inverted commas in the air with his fingers ‘—to be the son of the boss’ golf partner!’ He poured himself a triple whisky and threw it back, grimacing as the liquid seared its way down.
‘Shit!’ Carl spun and slammed the glass against the far wall. Ellie jumped and he turned his eyes on her. The fear he saw there seemed to only infuriate him more.
‘S’pose you think I had it coming?’
Ellie shook her head and backed away. His eyes had turned almost black with fury.
‘No! Of course not. I know you worked hard on it!’ Ignoring her protest, he grabbed her arm. Ellie winced.
‘Don’t think I’m good enough to get the contract? Think the little shit probably deserves it?’
‘No!’ she said, trying to pull away. ‘You know I don’t think that!’
‘Don’t bloody lie to me!’
The slap split her lip and sent her tumbling backwards into the drinks cabinet, smashing glasses and sending bottles crashing to the floor. Ellie stared at the mess in shock.
‘You clumsy cow,’ Carl ground out as he began to advance again.
Her head snapped up and she stared at him for a moment. His face was red and contorted in fury, with no sign of the anger abating. It had been the same last night when she’d begged him to stop. But he hadn’t. That was why she was finally leaving – something she knew she should have done a long time ago. But he wasn’t supposed to have been home for hours yet. Carl raised his fist. Scrambling to her feet, Ellie screamed, half running, half stumbling into the hall. Behind her, the fist connected with the doorframe.
‘Shit! You little bitch!’
Her hand was on the latch of the front door. A gap to escape opened but Carl was too fast.
‘I don’t think so,’ he sneered, slamming the door with such force that one of the stained-glass panels within it shattered. The momentary distraction enabled Ellie to push away but Carl caught her hair, balling it in his fist. Her hands went to his as she screamed again in pain and fear, begging him to stop.
The next punch sent her reeling into the hall table. She tried to steady herself unsuccessfully as the table tipped, its contents spilling onto the floor.
‘Now look what you’ve done.’ The voice, thick with alcohol and hatred, was close again as Ellie tried to get up. There was a crack as his handmade, Italian leather shoe connected with her ribs.
‘Get up!’ Carl screamed at her as she lay sobbing on the floor. She didn’t move. Couldn’t move. ‘I said, get up!’ he shouted, hauling her up viciously. Ellie saw the punch too late as his fist slammed into the side of her face and sent her back hard against the wall. She tried to find the strength to keep upright. Keep off the floor. But she couldn’t. The pain of the attack, on top of last night was too much. As much as she wanted to fight, she had nothing left. Her legs gave way and she slid down into a ball as her focus blurred and the tears soaked her cheeks. All she wanted was to sleep. Through the fog she could hear voices. Someone was calling her name.
‘And stop fucking crying!’ Carl loomed in again.
*
Ellie tried to open her eyes. Someone was holding her hand. She looked up and made an effort to focus on the face looking down into hers.
‘Hello,’ the policeman said.
She tried to sit up but he put a hand gently against her shoulder.
‘You just lie still, sweetheart. The ambulance will be here in a minute.’
‘I don’t need an ambulance,’ Ellie croaked out, but she didn’t move. The policeman smiled at her. He had a nice smile. Kind.
At the moment the smile was hiding the fact that he wanted to tell the young woman next to him that she didn’t have to take this. Blokes like that bastard they’d just hauled away to the station didn’t deserve to walk the earth. The neighbour who’d called them had been almost hysterical, swearing that the man was going to beat his girlfriend to death this time. She could see it all, she’d said, through a broken pane in the front door.
Luckily, they’d been close to the apartment block when the call came across. The caller’s urgency had ensured they’d hurried their pace which was just as well. Forcing the door, they’d managed to pull the man off just in time. He’d been aiming a blow to the young woman’s head that may well have ended the dispute once and for all.
