Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Undeniably Chosen (#6, Significance) by Shelly Crane

Awhile back ago, I fell in love with Caleb and Maggie’s story in the Significance series and now, I’m so excited to see the story continue with their daughter, Ava. On March 31st, Undeniably Chosen will be hitting our ereaders and I can’t wait to see what Shelly Crane has in store with us. I have an exclusive excerpt for you below, plus a giveaway for a signed paperback and Significance scarf!

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Synopsis

Ava has watched her parents, Caleb and Maggie, live the perfect fairy tale, the perfect love story, played out in front of her eyes her entire life. Her family is love, life, and happiness. The Jacobsons are everything a family should be and Ava is loved and well taken care of. But the one thing that’s missing from her life is the one thing she’s waited for every day, the one thing her kind knows will make them complete, the one thing they thought was gone and lost forever.

Her significant.

Seth has lived with the Watsons his entire life. They’re the only family he knows, but he knows that there are things they keep from him. He knows that they lie and they do unspeakable evil, things from when he was a child that he can barely remember that cling to the edges of his memory. He barely remembers his real mother and all he knows is what he’s told. He doesn’t know what to trust. He wants to believe that the Watsons love and care for him, have his best interest at heart, but isn’t so sure of that anymore when he finally—after a lifetime of waiting for her—meets his soulmate, and the Watson’s first act is to try to take her away from him.

The Virtuoso worlds collide, hearts are exposed, humans are endangered, and the lives of Seth and Ava are changed forever. They’ll have to love without judgment or reservation, they’ll have to be wise and accepting beyond their years, they’ll have to forgive for things before they’ve even happened, they’ll have to trust without seeing, have faith without knowing, and they’ll have to light their own way in the dark when everyone else is blind to show them the way. And more than anything else…

… they’ll fight like hell to keep each other.

Excerpt

“I think it’s time you had a Jacobson rib sandwich.”

“Lovebirds go through the line first!” Maria yelled. She rubbed her belly and poked it out. “Hurry up, we’re starving.”

“You’re barely pregnant, M,” I said, grabbing a couple plates as Seth followed me. “You can’t use that one yet.”

“Oh, yes I can!” she sang happily.

I tried not to let the eyes on us deter me from being my normal self with him. He didn’t seem to notice everyone as we washed our hands and moved into the kitchen. He watched me get everything ready, watching my fingers and then my face, then my hands again, and my face with interest. When our eyes would meet, he’d smile.

Everyone was so bad at trying to look like they weren’t watching us like their favorite soap opera.

When I had the buns on the plate, I took a few of Dad’s ribs, cooked to perfection, and pulled the meat from the bone with my fingers. He moved closer, his fingers cupping my elbow. I sucked in breath through my lips and looked over my shoulder to his face—so close. His face was dark, his eyes were hooded, and his lips were pout—almost comically so. It was such a stark contrasting about-face to where he was not two minutes before that I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong. But he stopped me.

I never really got why guys at the station talked about their wives cooking for them and making them lunch. I thought a sandwich and a sweet tea was enough, but seeing you right now…making that for me…

Stop it.

He smiled. I am completely serious.

I know and that’s why you have to stop. You’re making me totally crazy. I shook my head.

His shoulders shook with a silent laugh. “Do we need to keep score on that, Miss I’ll wear tights every day to torture you?” he said aloud and Dawson laughed into his fist, not knowing what we were talking about, but he was close enough to hear and got the gist.

“No.” I smirked. “No, we don’t,” I said coyly and bit into my lip smartly as I turned.

Uhoh. I started something, didn’t I?

I looked at him and he was thoroughly enjoying this.

Baby, you started a war.

He laughed out loud, kissing my temple, and staying right behind me as I finished them. His hand was on the counter next to my arm and I swear, the parts of us that weren’t touching were crackling with electricity.

I put another piece of meat on the buns, licking my finger, pretending that I hadn’t heard his small groan in my mind, and then reached for Mom’s coleslaw. He reached for it, too, since he was taller.

“I got it,” he said in my ear.

“And then you,” I explained, as unflustered as I could manage, “top it with a little slaw and you’re done once you put your condiments on.”

He came next to me and eyed the bottles. He took the mayo and squirted it on both. I just watched. Then he reached for the mustard barbeque sauce… There’s no way that he—

He squirted it on mine and then eyed it. “I guess I can give it a try.” Then he squirted it on his as well. He gave me a sideways smile that was filled with happiness and everything I hoped I would see shining through.

“How did you…” I shook my head. “You’ve got to stop doing this,” I barely murmured through my numb lips that wanted nothing more than to drag him away to a dark corner and kiss him until he could no longer breathe.

“Stop doing what?” he whispered back, taking the ends of my fingers in his.

“Knowing me so completely.”

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