Broken Wide Open by Susan Griscom

Leo was just a man Grace met while enjoying her un-honeymoon, but when your heart is broken, sometimes all you need is a gentle smile.

Broken wide open

Grace Davidson didn’t have the smoothest childhood, but now, years later, she’s ready to start her new life with her amazing new husband—until she discovers his infidelity…with her best friend. Hurt and betrayed, Grace takes off alone for the exotic resort where she should be spending her honeymoon, only to realize it’s as lonely as it sounds. Until her hunky next-door neighbor says hello.

Leo was just a man Grace met while enjoying her un-honeymoon. They became friends, but that’s it. Yet even after she returns home, she can’t get him out of her head. Too bad she’ll never see him again.

Starting over in a new town after finding her dream job, Grace suddenly runs in to Leo in the last place she expects. But is he the man she believes him to be? Or is her heart in danger of being broken wide open?

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Suspense

Language: English

Keywords: Second chance love, second chance romance, holidays, beach reach, small town , love and romance, family life

Word Count: 65,505

Sales info:

Best Sales rank was #1556

Sample text:

I closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of saltwater and fish. For the first time in about fifteen hours, I felt okay with my decision to come. I sighed quietly and then placed the book down on the small table beside me and closed my eyes. Within a few minutes, I’d drifted off to sleep.

I was rudely woken by a loud splash in the water very close to my deck, and I shrieked, sitting up with a jolt, searching the water for some sign of what the heck it had been.

“They do that every now and then,” a male voice to my left said with a chuckle.

Startled to hear another voice, especially male, I quickly turned my gaze toward the man. The glare of the sun in my eyes silhouetted his face. I glanced to the sky. I must have been asleep for a while. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun making its descent behind him told me that it must be nearing early evening. I tried to shield my eyes to see his face, but it just didn’t help much. “The barracudas,” he said, clarifying his statement when I didn’t respond. “They frequently jump out of the water.”

“Barracudas?” I tried not to sound alarmed or frightened. But the idea of flying barracudas freaked me out. And now, the thought of staying in this over-the-water bungalow sounded very risky. I couldn’t wait to move to the beach cottage.

“They won’t hurt you. Unless, of course, you happen to be in their path when they jump out of the water and collide with you.”

“Collide with me?” I squeezed my eyes closed and softly began to count. “Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque…” I mumbled without care that he stood there, watching me. He was a stranger I’d probably never see again, and my counting relaxed me.

“What are you doing?”


“In Italian?”

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Already translated. Translated by Stefy Ma
Author review:
Excellent to work with. Very responsive and quick.
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Already translated. Translated by Teresa Sauceda
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Great job and easy to work with. I would love to have Tereasa translate again. I highly recommend her.

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