
Title: Resurrecting Phoenix
Author: Isabel Lucero
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: September 24, 2015
Anniversaries are usually occasions worth celebrating, but when your fourth wedding anniversary is also the first anniversary of your husbandās death, youāll only want to drink your sorrows away. And thatās exactly what Phoenix Nightingale does.
In the small town of Breckshire Wyoming, everybody knows everybody, so when Evan Tyler walks into the same bar sheās drowning her grief in, Phoenix knows that heās new in town. What she doesnāt know is that heās just moved in a few houses down from her and is about to try his hardest to break through the wall sheās had up for a year.
Phoenix has experienced a tragedy that nobody ever wants to experience. In the year following her husbandās death, sheās had what her parentās considered embarrassing public meltdowns, and lost some friends along with her career. Just as she feels sheās at her very lowest, Evan barges into her life, forcing her to get out of the house and look at life a little differently.
He vows to help her, encouraging her to rise from the ashes and live once again. Evan doesnāt know that just by being in her life, heās bound to send her into a tailspin, because both of them are keeping things from each other, and Phoenix may not be strong enough to handle what she finds out.
Will she pull him into the dark with her, or will he be able to resurrect Phoenix, freeing her from the depths of her depression, and show her that surviving isnāt the same as living?
āIt looks like you have freckles,ā Evan says, touching a dot of paint on my face.
I give him a small smile and take a step back. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the longer pieces back into place. I laugh when he looks back at me.
āYou have a large dollop of paint on your forehead,ā I laugh.
āWhat?ā he asks, putting his hand to his forehead.
āHow much paint did you have on the roller that a huge glob fell onto you? And how did you not feel that?ā I say, still laughing.
āFind that funny, do you?ā he says with a wicked gleam in his eye as he takes a step forward.
āOh no. Donāt you dare!ā I exclaim, moving back.
āWhat? I just want you to help me get it off.ā He places a small paintbrush near the can of paint.
āI donāt believe you,ā I say, moving slowly away from him.
A huge grin breaks out on his face at the same time he lunges towards me. I let out a girly squeal as he grabs me and runs a paint coated finger across my cheek, under my eye.
āYou have a streak of paint on your face,ā he announces.
I pull away from him, my mouth open in shock. āI canāt believe you just did that,ā I say, amusement clear in my voice.
I step past him and towards the paint can. Dipping my forefinger in the thick color, I turn around to look at him.
āI think weāre even,ā he says, looking around the room for an escape route.
I wipe my finger across the skin under my other eye, and put my hands on my hips. āFine. Iāll just finish painting your wall.ā
Turning around, I bend down to pour some more paint into the tray. I can hear his slow and cautious steps coming towards me.
āSo, weāre good?ā he asks.
āYep. Now, come help me.ā
He bends down next to me and as soon as he does, I dip my hand into the paint, coating only my palm, and quickly touch his face and run it down his neck.
Iām up and running instantly.
āOh, youāre gonna get it!ā he calls.
āIām sorry, Iām sorry,ā I screech, not knowing where to run.
I go towards the bathroom, laughing the hardest I have in a long time. Evan is behind me and turning me towards him with a pull on my arm. He then puts his own paint covered hand on my cheek.
As we stand in the dim hallway, our bodies touching and chests heaving, I look into his honey brown eyes, and then to his mouth. Our laughter dissipates into a silent staring contest. His lips are perfectly proportioned, both almost the same size. Not too full, but not too thin.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with where my mind is taking me, I speak up. āI guess weāre even now.ā My voice is husky as I speak the words.
Those perfect lips quirk up on the side. āI guess so.ā

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband's career in the Air Force. She's been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world.
Isabel's love for reading is anything but new, she's been reading since before she was a teenager.
Sheās a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance.
She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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