Lives Collide – Collide Series Book One

You can plan your life, but sometimes life has a mind of its own…

Following Lisa’s near-death experience as a teenager, she is haunted by the emerald-green eyes of the stranger who saved her life. Her only connection to him is the leather jacket he left behind. Years later, she’s still reeling from the aftereffects of her injuries, convinced that no man will love her once he uncovers her secret. She lives a life of solitude and hides behind her days of monotony. And then James storms into her life.

After James helps a young girl in a car accident, he sets his life course—determined that nothing will stand in his way. Once he accomplishes his dreams, one unforeseen event changes his orderly existence into one of chaos. He spirals downward and can’t summon the strength to pull himself from the edge of despair. Until Lisa becomes a beautiful distraction.

Familiarity and a sense of peace draw them to one another. They soon discover they lived parallel lives that intertwined at the most crucial points. Can their revelations help them face their fears and move forward, or will history repeat itself?

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Excerpt:

“Am I dry enough now? I will not take my pants off, just so you know. Unless you have another pair of sweatpants. Yours seem pretty long on you, so maybe they’ll be long enough for me.”

“Is that another short—” She turns around and freezes. Her eyes grow wide, and just now I notice how blue they are. I watch her eyes move up and down my body.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I look down to see if something is hanging out of my pants, like my junk or toilet paper.

“It’s not an everyday occurrence for me to have a half-naked male stranger in my living room,” she says as she tosses a towel on the couch for me to lie on. She moves closer and takes my hand, dropping two pills into it. Her hands are shaking. “Take these, please. I put a glass of water and a bowl of pretzels on the coffee table. Try to get some food in your stomach. I’ll go put your shirt in the dryer.” She turns away but stops. “Why does it smell like my perfume? Did you spray one of my perfumes in the bathroom?”

My eyes shoot wide open. I need to change the subject. “Wait. You didn’t answer my question. Do you have another pair of sweatpants? My pants are soaked. Or would it be a problem for you if I wear only my boxers?” She stands there, rubbing her finger on her chin.

“Give me a second.” She disappears into one of the rooms connected to the living room.

That was a close one. I don’t want her to think I’m a psycho.

A few seconds later she comes out with another pair of sweats. “Here, try these on. They might be too short, but they’re dry.”

“They are fucking hot pink! You only have pink sweats to give me? That’s just cruel.”