Synopsis
Cara
Carson only wants one thing, and it isn’t a man. Since the tragic
death of her husband, she has focused on creating a business she
could give herself to, a ‘marriage’ that will never leave her
stunned in grief. Her recipes are perfected and the old house remodel
is underway. But on this raw March morning, the contractor isn’t
returning her calls, there’s a bulldozer mired in mud on the side
lot, and the man operating it has managed to destroy the huge old
willow tree she wanted saved. Furious, she charges across the mire to
demand answers and finds her feet stuck and then her heart flailing
after the bulldozer operator has to come carry her out.
Morgan
Woods never believed in love. Until now, it’s been easy to take and
leave women. This woman shouldn’t be any different, except
something about her pouty pink lips and her blazing hazel eyes sails
past all his defenses. His business-partner dad is sick and his
businesses are struggling, but he never wants to let this woman out
of his arms.
Can
two broken people find a way to trust again? Or will their mistakes
only add more layers to the scars already shrouding their hearts?
Excerpt
Morgan
watched her mouth move but the words were sliding right past his
comprehension. He gazed back at her eyes, angry hazel eyes with dark
lashes and expressive eyebrows that moved with each fresh cadence of
her voice. All of it rolled over him like a hot shower, exciting
every last inch of his flesh. He closed his eyes briefly and ran a
rough hand over his face.
“Ms.
Carson,” he finally inserted. “There’s a spring. I was one of
the two men you saw out there today. It’s too wet for our
equipment. We shoveled a drainage line to the back of the property.
We’ll know more tomorrow about the surface involvement of the
spring, but it’s in the process of flooding the old basement.”
Her
brow furrowed and her voice rose to a squeak. “What?”
He
shook his head tiredly. “Yes,” he said patiently, “and this is
why it’s a good idea to engage a civil engineer to develop a site
plan. Until we figure out how to contain the spring, there’s no use
pumping the basement or doing anything else on that lot.”
“But
my deadlines.”
He
stifled a laugh. As if all this would unfold like a card game. “This
is construction.
You can’t possibly expect to hold to a strict timeline. Stuff
happens.”
“Damn
it, that’s not what Mr. Woods told me. I have things planned. It’s
absolutely essential that we are ready to open by August 15. That’s
the grand opening date…”
She
kept talking but the words washed over him. Warning bells clanged in
his head as he leaned toward her, but he didn’t care. He pulled her
against him, lowered his mouth to her irresistible lips, and fell
into her enchantment.
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Until recently, sex scenes in most
books erupted behind closed doors. I hated that fade-to-black point
in a story. Why has it been acceptable to describe the details of
violence, hate, fear, anger, and greed, but not the
up-close-and-personal descriptions of touch, desire, and love?
I feel fortunate that modern
sensibilities in publishing mean sex scenes now keep the bedroom door
open. For those of us interested, stories can show readers the tingle
of flesh and follow through to the heavy breathing and sweaty finish.
It's about damn time.
I like to show a process in my stories
where discovery or acknowledgment of sexual pleasure or desire is key
to character development. Just like in real life. I believe sex can
be a truly transformative experience.
Reading has been a passion in my life.
My bachelor's degree as well as some graduate work focused on
writing. Marriage, children, and a career limited my writing time for
many years, but I'm back to life on my own terms now. So look
out--more sexy stories on the way!
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