One long, hot summer would never be enough . . .
Attorney Hannah Sterling lives a life she's worked hard for. So when she unexpectedly inherits an inn, Hannah decides to take that long overdue holiday and settle her eccentric grandmother's estate. She knew there would be challenges, but what's hardest about returning to Mirabelle, Florida, is facing the man who gave her the most passionate summer of her life-and then broke her heart. Nathanial Shepherd never forgot the redheaded goddess who lit up his world and got away. Now that she's home, Shep vows to make up for their years apart-and if the fire in her kiss is any indication, they're well on their way. But when a devastating secret from their past threatens their future, Shep must fight to heal Hannah's heart. Because this time, their love will truly be unforgettable . . .
Excerpt
She
looked up at him, her heart in her throat. She couldn’t give him what he
wanted. Couldn’t tell him the truth. She wasn’t ready. Telling him the truth,
all of the truth, would rip her wide open, and she couldn’t handle that pain
yet.
She
wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to handle that pain.
“Fine.
I’ll go first.” He somehow moved closer to her. “Me kissing you is never a
mistake. There are a lot of things in my life that I’d take back, but my lips
on yours? That’s not one of them. I know that fact without a doubt.”
He reached up and pulled her
glasses from her face, setting them on the counter behind her before he lowered his mouth to hers. He nipped
at her bottom lip, pulling it gently before his tongue darted out. He didn’t
even get it past her bottom lip before her mouth was covering his, her tongue
sliding along his.
He
let go of her hands, letting them drop to her sides before he wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her entirely against his body.
He
had her backed up against the kitchen counter again, their hot and hungry
mouths eating at the others.
Every
notion about fighting this thing with him flew out of her head, and she let
herself go over to it. To all of it. All of him.
“Does
this feel
like a mistake, Hannah?” He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as
he looked down into her eyes. “Right now, in this moment. Does it?”
Her
voice didn’t want to work, and it took her a second to form a response. “No.” She
shook her head. “No, it doesn’t.”
“What
about this? My hands on you?” he asked, his eyes not leaving hers as he moved
his palms under her shirt, running them up and down her bare back before he
moved them to her sides.
“No.”
She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through her body, and his mouth turned up
in that predatory grin of his.
“Or
this?” This time his eyes did leave hers as he dropped his head and put his
mouth on her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin.
Her
answer was a long, low moan that went all the way down to her toes.
“Do
you want me to stop?” he asked right before he ran his tongue along her
collarbone.
“No.”
Her eyes closed of their own accord as her head fell back. “Please.”
“Please
what?” Kisses across her shoulder.
“Please
don’t stop.”
“Well,
aren’t those lovely words?” His lips were working back up her neck, and then he
found her mouth again. He was consuming her with his kisses, inhaling her. And
his hands. Holy hell they were still running wildly over her hips and back. And
then he brought one between them, his fingers tracing around her belly button before
it moved low on her belly.
He
flicked the button on her jeans open and then went on to her zipper, pulling it
down slowly. Maybe he was giving her another chance to protest.
There
wasn’t a chance in hell she was going to stop it this time.
About Shannon Richard
Shannon Richard grew up in the Florida Panhandle as the baby sister of two overly protective but loving brothers. She was raised by a more than somewhat eccentric mother, a self-proclaimed vocabularist who showed her how to get lost in a book and a father who passed on his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State University with a BA in English Literature and still lives in Tallahassee where she battles everyday life with writing, reading, and a rant every once in a while. Okay, so the rants might happen on a regular basis. She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy, and in the meantime writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination. Oh, and she's a pretty big fan of the whimsy.
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