Until You Find Me
Until You Find Me # 1
By: Amber Hart
Releasing November 11th, 2014
Amber Hart pushes contemporary romance to its wildest limits in this heart-pounding novel, the story of a girl who travels to Africa to protect the legacy of one man . . . and stays for the love of another.
Raven Moore, a twenty-year-old college student from Michigan, feels out of place in the beautiful, treacherous jungles of Cameroon, staying in the habitat where her father gave his life to help protect endangered gorillas. He left home years ago; now Raven refuses to return home until she unravels the truth about his last days.
Raven certainly doesn’t count on crossing paths with a handsome young hunter—especially one as charismatic and intense as Jospin Tondjii. Instantly, she’s hooked. But Jospin is hiding a dark truth: He is the heir to a powerful poaching empire, part of a ruthless black market that is responsible for the dwindling gorilla population.
Their fathers may have been enemies, but Raven and Jospin forge a bond that goes beyond blood, a relationship that is tested as Raven draws closer to the source of her father’s death. Can she and Jospin bear the weight of the secrets of the wild—and the secrets of their pasts? Or will the rain forest destroy them both?
Advance praise for Until You Find Me
“If you think the jungle is hot and dangerous, wait until you meet Jospin. He and Raven turn up the heat to scorching and burn the jungle down!”—Lisa Desrochers, USA Today bestselling author of A Little Too Far
“A beautiful, unconventional story that takes you to the jungles of Africa to fall in love, Until You Find Me contains the perfect balance of angst, thrills, and page-turning appeal.”—K.A. Tucker, USA Today bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths
“Wonderfully unique and utterly unputdownable, Until You Find Me is a breath of fresh air. Each page is sexier than the one before.”—Lauren Layne, author of Isn’t She Lovely
Excerpt (From Chapter Three):
I need answers, I remind myself.
Chloe, one of the habitat workers—the one who tranquilized the ape that nearly killed me—approaches me with a smile. Waves of brown hair stop just below her shoulders. There’s a clipboard in her hand.
“Welcome back, Raven,” she says, and reaches toward my hospital bag.
“I can get it,” I say, hoisting the bag off the ground for emphasis.
The effort is five thousand points of pain, lighting me up. I very nearly lose my grip, even though I’m using my uninjured arm.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I wonder if my expression shows the pain I feel. The bag isn’t big—only a toothbrush and some clothes—but it feels heavy. Maybe because my muscles are weak and still healing.
“I’m fine,” I reply.
Chloe glances at my injured arm. “Do you need anything else? I can wash your clothes or—”
“I’m fine,” I repeat.
I’m not, really. I’m angry that my arm will never be the same.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you for dinner tonight?” she asks.
Probably not. “Maybe,” I say.
Truth is my biggest demon. It stings the most. It whispers its victories in my ear.
You’re a fool for coming here.
Look at you now, ugly, so ugly.
You are lost, lost, lost.
Then pain chimes in.
Peekaboo, I found you.
Chloe walks away. I’m not sad to see her go.
Only when I reach my room do I allow myself to collapse. I will show weakness to no one. My face presses into the brown sheets on the twin bed.
My room is the only thing I like here. It’s small. There’s no desk. No dresser. No TV. My clothes and toiletries sit atop shelves built into the wall. One window opens up to the forest. I lift it now, and branches stretch into my room like limbs—I’m practically living in a tree house—but the effort makes me want to vomit. I close my eyes and count to five. Concentrate on shoving away the pain.
The doctors say it’ll take months to heal. And even then there’s no guarantee how well my arm will work. I’m not sure how to use an arm that’s composed of metal plates and screws and shattered bone fragments that they promise will eventually fuse.
I open my eyes again, and the first thing I see is a bird with wings the color of emeralds.
I’m struck by inspiration.
The fingers of my good hand reach for my paints and a canvas. I find a water bottle in my bag and wet my brush. I begin to outline. First its feathers, tucked and pointed. Then its head, eyes, and feet. I paint fast, fearful that it’ll fly away.
It perches on my windowsill. A jewel reflecting light.
I’m curious about its eyes.
How much does it see?
How much does it know?
When the painting is complete, the bird quickly pecks at a bug on the ledge and then flies away. I am jealous to see it go. Flying, flying, flying.
Free.My right hand is smudged with paint. My left hand is bound by a sling. I’m lucky it wasn’t my other hand. At least I can still paint.
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Amber Hart is the author of Before You and Until You Find Me. She grew up in Orlando, Florida, and Atlanta, Georgia, and now resides on the Florida coastline with her family. When not reading, she can be found writing, daydreaming, or dipping her toes in the sand.