by Babette JamesIS (supposed to be) FREE ON AMAZON FOR THE DURATION OF THIS TOUR (Feb. 11-14, 2014) but there have been technical difficulties so please keep checking back!
The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.
An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life — love.
A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?
Margie’s soft mouth and her kisses, as sweet and shy as her voice, raised a tumult of unexpectedly intense and tender feelings.
And they’d just met.
Christopher groaned and wrenched his lips from hers. “I should probably apologize,” he murmured against her cheek. He hadn’t meant to kiss her, and he should get his hands off her. Now. But he held her close, relishing the soft, fascinating warmth of her in his arms too much to be sensible.
“I should have asked, or—” Or something.
“Truth? That was wonderful. And I would very much like another.”
“Yes.” Yes, to both, for him as well.
Determined to prove himself a gentleman, he held her lightly, taking only the kiss, sweet and slow and intense as the first.
But this kiss too had to end.
Christopher rested his forehead against hers. A big mistake, that kiss, but incredible. A chuckle escaped him.
“Just this day turned out so different than I planned this morning.”
“For me, too. A far better day. Thank you.”
An out-of-left-field, disconcerting thought clobbered him. “Shit.” He knew nothing about his roots here...He yanked his hands away.
“What’s the matter?”
Feeling foolish, he had to ask. “We’re not related, are we?” Be just his luck if she ended up being some sort of cousin...
Margie’s laughter rang out. “No, not at all.”
“Thank goodness.” Christopher shifted, hooking thumbs into his pockets to keep his hands in check.
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