Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Book Blast @wildeauthor @GoddessFish

 


The Unlikeable Demon Hunter


by Deborah Wilde



GENRE: Urban Fantasy Romance


 


Bridesmaids meets Buffy.


The ago-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose.


Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.


When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra, whose sudden retirement in his early twenties now seems a lot less mysterious.


Convinced that her twin still has a shot at his destiny, Nava hatches a plan to convince the Brotherhood to bring the other Katz sibling into the fold. It’s too bad Rohan’s guarding her so closely that she might not be able to put it into action.


And it’s really too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club–or the one demon in particular out for payback.


Odds of survival: eh.


Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.


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The maybe-demon from Josh’s alleyway was back, having stopped about five feet away and triggering the motion sensor. What with Josh’s sister trying to kill me and all, he’d fallen off my radar.


Aloe gooped over my fingers, having clutched the frond hard enough to break it, and my terror and an intense curiosity resurfaced. There was no denying his compelling presence. Plus, he had those long lashes that were my Kryptonite. I opened my mouth to scream. Or drool.


He held a finger up to his delectable lips to keep me quiet, circling me with lazy strides, checking me out.


I’d have been offended by the blatant appraisal except under his intense scrutiny, I lit up with an electric zing. I found myself stroking the aloe stalks in an obscene manner. Even knowing he couldn’t see my blush since I was in the shadows didn’t kill my utter mortification at jerking off plant life in not-so-subtextual yearning.


He stalked toward me, his leather jacket rustling with each step.


I held up a hand to stop him, the faintest electric crackle pulsing off my skin.


He didn’t stop, didn’t slow. In fact, he kept up his steady approach until his hand covered mine. My magic shocked us both at his touch. I gasped and shivered as pleasure, not pain, rumbled through me.


Hand still clasped in his, he stared at me suspiciously, instead of in fear, but had I wanted, I could have broken his hold. Not a demon, then? He fingered the thin silver necklace I wore with surprising gentleness, toying with the cute floral pendant dangling off it that read “I will kick you in the balls if I have to.”


“Should I be scared?” Given how he sounded like sex, sin, and salaciousness–the true definition of a triple threat–I decided that yes, he was most definitely a demon.


I met his mocking gaze, my rooted stance and beating heart placing me somewhere between morbid fascination and noping the hell out at warp speed.


 



A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”


Website: http://www.deborahwilde.com


Twitter: @wildeauthor


Facebook ~ Goodreads


 



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Friday, April 14, 2017

TARRAGON: DRAGON MAGE Book Tour


 



 



 


After hundreds of years, the gates to Tarragon are open once more, fulfilling age-old prophecy. However, Anwen’s journey is far from over. The dragons still sleep and she has no clue how to wake them. Forced to retreat from the Mountain, she and her newfound friends must devise a new plan to wake the inhabitants of Tarragon.


Meanwhile, the Mage Circle, a group of dragon mages with a vendetta, is camped outside the Gates. Calling on allies of their own, they will stop at nothing to gain control of the Dragon City and all who dwell inside.


To complicate matters even more, Anwen’s mother has joined the party. But even with the help of all her friends, can Anwen overcome the ordeals set before her or will this spell the end of the dragons and the world as we know it?


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Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.


A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.


Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.


When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.


She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.


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Top Ten List


Top Ten Favorite desserts


  1. Ice cream. Who doesn’t love ice cream? It’s like the standard go to

  2. Cheesecake. What’s not to love? Especially if it’s one of those Oreo ones.

  3. Coconut cream pie. I don’t normally go for coconut, but there’s just something about it in pie form that can’t be denied.

  4. Brownies. What can I say besides Chocolate?

  5. Blintzes. If you haven’t tried them, you’re missing out. It’s like a crepe but not rolled, and it’s pan fried.

  6. Pudding, especially pistachio or cheesecake flavored, I mean, come on! It’s creamy. It’s rich. It’s prefect. And you can add in whatever you want.

  7. Cobbler, usually apple or peach. You’ve got that sweet crunchy stuff and that gooey filling. Yum.

  8. Chocolate Silk Pie. It’s Chocolate! In a graham cracker crust.

  9. Sugar Cookies, like the melt in your mouth coated with sugar kind, not the cheap tastes like flour stuff you get at the grocery store. Home made all the way!

  10. A Lie, if you don’t know what this is, you’re missing out. It’s a pie baked into a cake. (Some call it something along the lines of a cherpumpkin but my version’s better). Or if, you want to take it a step further, do a glacee pie backed into a giant brownie and decorate it like a cake to have a Conspiracy.)

 



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Thursday, April 13, 2017

#RRBC SPRINGTIME BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY

#RRBC SPRINGTIME BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY




Hello and WELCOME to Day 13 of


RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB’S SPRINGTIME BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY


Location:  Wyoming, USA


# of Winners for this stop: 5


Here is what I am giving away today:


(1) – $20 Amazon gift card


(2) – $10 Amazon gift cards


(2) – $5 Amazon gift cards


Please leave a comment below today, April 13th, to be entered in the drawing to win one of these prizes!




What a glorious spring day it is here! The weather is wonderfully warm. My flowers are starting to bloom. And even the little birds are starting to rebuild their nest outside my living room window! This might be my favorite time of year!


I enjoy blogging and reviewing books. I also edit and publish books. Late this year I will add author to the list of things I do!



I want to share the back-cover blurb of my book with you.


It was difficult, and very sad, to see my life laid out on paper. The timeline covered the front and back of a 36″ x 24″ poster board and wound around it like a steep mountain switchback.


The memories brought back by black lines on paper . . .


June, 2001


He dragged me down the stairs by my hair. I remember giving up. I was so tired, physically and emotionally. The fight had gone out of me. I’m certain if one had looked into my eyes they were empty. I was already gone.


He dragged me to a standing position, which I could barely hold in my weakness. Peering into his eyes I saw evil. I saw death. My own. My daughter’s.


“Remember, no matter what happens,” he leaned down, whispering in my ear, “no matter what happen, remember how much I’ve loved you!”


I stood there stunned. He loved me? He loved me? How could this be called love!


That moment was a turning point for me and I’ve been crying out to tell my story ever since. I hope you’ll join me when I release “Where the Heart Grows” later this year!




Monday, April 10, 2017

Truly, Madly, Whiskey Release Blast @Melissa_Foster @TastyBookTours



Truly, Madly, Whiskey


By: Melissa Foster


Releasing April 10, 2017


World Literary Press



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A new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.


Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm’s length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She’s a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey’s midnight fantasies. She’s also one of his closest friends.


Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his.


The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there’s no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.



 



 



 


 



 



“Really, Bear. I can drop you at your place before I go to the fabric shop.” Crystal started the car, feeling more in control than she had inside the shop. She hated the way she’d frozen up when things had gotten hot between them. She wanted him. After putting herself through three years of therapy, dealing with not only the trauma of the attack, but the bullshit with her mother and the loss of her father, she was sure she could handle anything. She’d dated other guys since she’d left college without issue. Why did it have to be different with the only guy she wanted to be close to? It pissed her off that her past still owned a piece of her, and she needed to get over it before Bear got fed up and walked away for good.


“I have to go to the store anyway.” He flashed one of his smiles. “We might as well go together.”


“You need to go to the fabric store?” she said flatly, knowing he was bullshitting her. She realized her car smelled different, cleaner. The seats were shiny, the dashboard dust free. “Did you clean my car?”


“Detailed it,” he said casually, as if he did this type of thing every day. For all she knew, he did. “Changed your oil, topped off your fluids. You really need to do those things every three thousand miles.” He touched the doll hanging from her rearview mirror. “I dusted off this, too, even though I’m a little worried that it’s a voodoo doll.”


She wasn’t about to tell him it was a worry doll that she loved more than life itself.


“Bear.” She couldn’t suppress her smile about the voodoo doll as she drove toward the store. “You really need to stop acting like you have to take care of me. I appreciate you handling the inspection, which I’m paying you for, by the way. But you don’t have to do all these things for me. I already like who you are.” Even if I have a hard time showing it.


“I know you do,” he said, as cocky as ever.


Why is that such a turn-on?


“I didn’t do it to get your attention. Shit, six three, two thirty.” He flexed his biceps and winked. “You’re sitting next to Peaceful Harbor gold, baby. I’ve got your attention.”


She couldn’t suppress a laugh. “That you do, and probably half the women in this town.”


“Only half?”


He kept her laughing the whole way to the fabric store, and it was just what she needed. It really had been a long day. They’d hosted three parties, and one of the mothers was just about the most obnoxious woman on earth. She’d pushed her daughter toward pink frilly outfits for the first half hour, when all the little cutie had wanted was to dress up as a skateboard princess. Gemma realized Crystal was going to strangle the wench, and she’d calmly suggested the woman head down to Jazzy Joe’s for coffee. The rest of her day hadn’t been much better. Plus, she’d spent the morning overthinking everything about her relationship with Bear, which was probably why she’d freaked out when she’d really been dying to kiss him.


She parked in front of the fabric store. There were some things that just didn’t fit in the world as Crystal knew it, and Bear Whiskey clad in a tight black T-shirt that said Whiskey Bro’s across his massive chest, a pair of snug, low-slung black jeans, and leather boots strutting into Jennilyn’s Fabric was on the top of the list.


She pulled her list from her bag as his eyes coasted over the store. What was he thinking, coming with her? That was dedication she could not ignore. The epitome of commitment.


That is Bear.


My Bear?


She toyed with that as he draped his arm over her shoulder. She wondered what had taken him so long. She’d expected him to do it the second she’d stepped from the car, but he was probably in shock that they were actually going to a fabric store. She smiled to herself as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along her cheek.


“Can I help you?” she asked with a laugh.


“You smell like jelly beans, and I happen to have a thing for sugary goodness.”


“You can’t seriously have that good a sense of smell.”


He pressed an unexpected, and deliciously warm, kiss to her cheek and reached into her purse, withdrawing a bag of jelly beans. “Hoarding? Or were we going to hide these later in your body and let me find them?” He moved his mouth beside her ear and whispered, “Blindfolded. With my hands tied behind my back.”


He nudged her deeper into the store. Holy crap. She’d stopped walking. Was she breathing? And was that a thing? Blindfolded? Hands tied behind his back? Oh, the control that would give her. She’d be at no risk of being overpowered. But would she want that much control? She imagined herself lying naked on her bed, watching as his greedy mouth moved over her breasts, down her belly, and she felt herself go damp.


No, no, no.


Ice cream. Ice baths. Cow poop!


Her body continued vibrating from the inside out. This was bad. Really, really bad. Like a virus she couldn’t shake. She needed an anti-Bear pill. Stat!




Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines. 


 




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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Grandma"s Wedding Quilts Blitz Day 12 - Tad"s Treasure @ShannaHatfield @LovingtheBook










   I’ve been fascinated with the Victorian and

Edwardian eras, as well as the Old West as long as I can remember.

    Growing up on a farm in Eastern Oregon where only the most determined and resolute individuals dare toil the soil that spent centuries covered in sagebrush, rock, and the random juniper tree, I never gave a thought to my great fortune in having a rural foundation on which to build my future.

   All the crazy exploits I had as a girlie-girl being raised as a tomboy came in handy when I began writing western romances. You’d be surprised how many of the wild adventures in my stories are based on things I either experienced or witnessed during my formative years.

   I joyfully bear the burden of being a hopeless romantic, with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for good measure. I’ve always been a sappy-hearted girl who loves a happy ending. I also love the western and rural way of life and that’s why I began writing sweet and clean western romances.

   Everything you never wanted to know about me is posted with frequency on my blog. There you’ll discover I’m completely and entirely smitten with my husband, lovingly referred to as Captain Cavedweller. You’ll also find that I eat too much chocolate, have a thing for roses, like to play with my camera, and enjoy researching the towns and eras for my romances set in the old west.


 


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  Tad Palmer makes a promise to his dying friend to watch over the man’s wife and child. Years later, he continues to keep an eye on Posey Jacobs and her precocious little boy. The only problem is that he’s not sure his heart can withstand the vow he made when he falls in love with the widow and her son.
  Posey Jacobs misses her beloved husband, but her wrenching grief has given way to

hope for the future as she finds herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Tad Palmer. However, the infuriating man doesn’t seem to notice her interest and treats her as he would his sister.


  Throw in a goat who thinks she’s a dog, a town full of quirky characters, and this widow has her work cut out for her if she wants one handsome cowboy to give her his heart.







Top Ten List


  1. Captain Cavedweller (my hubby… although technically he isn’t a thing, he still tops my list of most favorite anything ever.)

  2. Chocolate (Decadent and rich, please!)

  3. Roses (Pink are my favorites.)

  4. Music (I almost always have the radio on, and country is my fav.)

  5. Old dishes (I am a dish addict and I admit it. I probably need to enroll in some sort of 12-step program, but I’d most likely just find an antique store on my way there and come home with another serving bowl or teacup.)

  6. Sunsets (They are so, so pretty in our little corner of the world.)

  7. Homemade bread (Warm from the oven, scenting the whole house with that mouth-watering yeasty scent.)

  8. Quilts (I have several that I view as cherished treasures, including the one I used on the cover of Tad’s Treasure.)

  9. Rodeos (I grew up on a farm with a die-hard cowboy brother. Rodeos are such fun for us and takes me back to the summers of my childhood.)

  10. Books (My love of reading started in my childhood. I love books and all the fascinating, amazing places I’ve traveled between the pages of a great story.)



 

 



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Friday, April 7, 2017

BURIED DOLLS Blurb Blitz @GoddessFish

Buried Dolls


by Lynn Hones



GENRE: YA paranormal/romance


 



Jody had the misfortune of breaking her ankle. The only available apartment to convalesce in is a derelict mansion just outside of town. The tenants prefer to keep to themselves except when sneaking strange dolls into her rooms. Suffering from loss of memory after a horrific event destroyed her biological family, Jody clutches at straws trying to find out who she is and why some people in the house leave her clues to get out or get murdered. Find out if Jody regains her memory, what happened to her family and who, among her friends, is actually her enemy, working to see her killed.




It seemed odd that this lonely old spinster would go to such trouble to hide a note in the book, simply telling her to enjoy it. Ohjeita. He aikovat tappaa sinut jälleen. Slowly she typed the letters in one at a time. Such a strange language, she thought. When finished, she hit the translate button, and put her hand to her mouth. There in English it read, Get help. They are going to kill you. “What?” she said out loud. “What is wrong with this woman?” Jody pushed her blankets aside and stood. She slowly walked into the living room to double check that her front door was locked and bolted. One could never be too safe. And she was more afraid of Mrs. Junhuton than anyone or anything else. Slowly she walked back into the room and lay down. In between the space of wakefulness and sleep, at a time she reserved for thoughts of what was and what will be, she noticed a crack in the wallpaper. A small, fine line that needed further investigation. She opened her eyes and turned on the light. She followed that crack and rose and scooted over toward the end of her bed so she could reach its craggy edge. She ran her fingers along it. Upon further investigation she noticed there was another similar crack running parallel to that one and she saw one about two feet perpendicular to it. A door.


 



Lynn Hones has been married for 28 years and is mother to two lovely daughters. She has two rescued cats and two dogs who are so big she calls them livestock. She lives in a large, drafty old home on the shores of Lake Erie and loves nothing better than grabbing an armful of books and heading to the beach. She combs the beaches for beach glass and makes jewelry out of it Living in a historic harbor town, she has lots of inspiration for her books. She loves to write and chew massive amounts of bubblegum; preferably at the same time. She’s an expert bubble blower.


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WINNING DR. WENTWORTH Pre-Release Blitz @RebeccaHeflin @TastyBookTours





She’s benched her heart. His is on the injured

reserve.







WINNING DR. WENTWORTH

Sterling University #2

Rebecca Heflin

Releasing June 6th, 2017



 






She’s benched her heart. His is on the injured reserve.


Burned-out and broken-hearted statistics professor, Dr. Shelby Wentworth, returns to her hometown determined to escape the disgrace of a nasty divorce, shake off the taint of her ruined career, and start over. This time she swears she’ll live by the rule ‘don’t get your honey where you get your money.’ But an unexpected reunion with her former high school crush, not only makes her rethink her decision to return home, but also tempts her to break her one rule.


After a career-ending injury and his own disheartening divorce, former NFL quarterback, Nash Taylor, returned to his hometown to become the head coach of the Sterling University Bobcats. When his childhood best friend literally runs into him in the faculty parking lot, he thinks maybe it’s time to put his heart back in the game.


Nash, in the hunt for a division championship, enlists the number-crunching Shelby as his secret weapon. But Nash’s plan to help Shelby regain not only her confidence, but also her financial security backfires and lands Shelby in the same hot water that brought her home in the first place.


Will Shelby let the past dictate the future, or will Nash win her heart on his way to winning the championship?














Shelby Wentworth tossed her backpack across the console onto the passenger seat of her car then dropped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. Closing her eyes, she took a deep, cleansing breath. At least, she tried to take a deep breath. After the contentious conversation with her ex-husband, the pain in her chest made it difficult to breathe.


Would she ever be able to leave the past behind and focus on rebuilding her career? Her life?


Pressing a hand to her sternum, she counted to five as she inhaled, held her breath for another five-count, then exhaled. The breathing exercise slowed her racing heart and calmed her. “That’s better,” she murmured.


Starting the car, she threw it into reverse and backed out of her spot in Sterling University’s faculty parking lot.


And right into a solid object.


The sickening crunch set her heart racing at warp speed this time.


Glancing behind her in horror, all she saw was a big gray behemoth.


With trembling hands, she put the car in park and jumped out to find a late-model dark gray Suburban, it’s rear passenger-side fender crumpled, but little damage otherwise. Her old Honda Civic, on the other hand, hadn’t stood a chance against the tank she’d backed into. The trunk was crumpled, and her bumper hung off the passenger side in a lopsided grimace.


Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall, athletic man stride around the back of the SUV.


Fear swamped her, and she covered her mouth with both hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Bracing herself for the tirade, she backed away from him, holding her hands out in front of her.


“No harm done.”


What? That’s it. No yelling? No name-calling? No threats?


He adjusted his red Sterling Bobcats ball cap, leaning down to assess the situation then scratched his chin and stood up. “Okay. Maybe a little harm done,” he said with an easy smile. “Question is, are you okay?” He removed the aviator sunglasses he wore and directed his concerned gaze right at her.


“Nash?” The instant she saw those electric blue eyes, she recognized him. Butterflies took flight in her stomach, and not from fear this time.


He’d been powerfully built in high school, but that had been just a preview to the powerfully built man he would become. And although he’d left the NFL, he hadn’t lost his quarterback build.


They hadn’t seen each other since the day they’d graduated high school. But, despite her broken heart, she’d secretly followed both his college and pro football careers.


She’d been watching the day of the NFL draft, five years earlier, when the Denver Broncos called his name and he’d gone down on one knee and proposed to his college sweetheart, Stephanie Cummings, further adding to her heartbreak.


She’d also been watching the Broncos versus the Raiders the day he’d taken the hit that had ended his career.


And finally, she’d witnessed the press conference when Nash Taylor stood, tears in his eyes, as he gave up the sport he loved at the young age of twenty-seven, his beauty-queen wife noticeably absent.


It wasn’t long after that news of their divorce hit the headlines.


“Shelby?” he asked, his surprise evident in his expression.


“You remember me?” she couldn’t help asking.


“Of course.” He frowned. “Why wouldn’t I remember you? We were best friends back in the day.”


Were being the operative term.


A flush crept up her neck and into her face as she recalled her first kiss in the backseat of their best friend’s car. But the flush turned to heartache at the memory of Nash’s later betrayal.


“I thought your mom moved. Are you here visiting the university?” he asked.


“No. I, uh, I took an assistant professor position in the College of Arts and Sciences.” A step down for her, but she’d been lucky to get even that. She toed a piece of her car’s bumper that had fallen off in the collision.


“No kidding?” He rocked back on his heels. “How long have you been back?”


“I moved two weeks ago. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before now.” She knew he’d moved back to his hometown of Sterling after he’d left the NFL and became the head coach of the newly formed Bobcats football team. It was the one of the reasons she’d hesitated in taking a job she’d so desperately needed. Being in the same town—and a small one at that—as Nash would be a constant reminder that she’d never really gotten over her high school crush.


“I’ve been . . . out of town.” He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.


“Oh.” She nodded as if she understood, but really she didn’t. Clearly there was more to that statement. An awkward silence fell.


“Look, I know the new police chief. Let me give him a call so we’ll have a report for the insurance companies.” He pulled a smartphone from his back pocket.


“Oh, but—” She’d really rather just pay for the damage than deal with the insurance . . . and have them raise her already-too-high rate. “Can we just handle it between ourselves? Of course I’ll pay for the repairs.”


“You sure about that?” He paused in tapping out the number.


“Yeah.” A nervous laugh escaped. She’d just add it to the long list of bills she currently struggled to pay. Maybe Nash would take it in installments for old times’ sake. “Why deal with all that paperwork?”


“I can’t let you do that.”


*****


Shelby wrapped her arms around herself, the body language unmistakable. She nodded. “I’ll get my insurance information.” She turned back to her car.


“No. I mean I can’t let you pay out of pocket. And don’t worry about the insurance. The deductible is probably more than what it would cost to repair the damage.” He could think of a better way for her to repay him. “How about you buy me dinner instead and we’ll call it even?”


She looked good, Nash thought. Better than good. The pretty tomboy had grown into a beautiful woman. She’d cut the long, light brown hair that as a teenager she’d worn almost exclusively in a ponytail, so that it just touched her shoulders, and she’d filled out in all the right places.


The shy smile was still there, although he didn’t miss the sadness in her amber eyes. Or the fear when he’d first approached her.


“What?” Confusion skittered across her face.


No surprise there, considering he was just as confused by his offer as she was.


He grinned. “You know, the meal you have at the end of the day? In the South we call it supper, in case you’ve forgotten.”


She’d lost some of that innocence he’d found so appealing so many years ago. Along with her accent. Guess that’s what happened when you received an Ivy League education.


She looked away and then back at him. Her eyes narrowed. “I just nailed the back end of your car, and you want me to have dinner with you?”


He had an all-consuming urge to gather her in and hold her close until the tension in her shoulders, and the sadness and fear in her eyes, retreated. But he doubted she would accept his sympathy. After they’d both left for college, he’d tried to hold onto their friendship despite the distance, but she never answered his emails or phone calls.


He knew he’d hurt her in high school when he took Leandra Lucas to prom instead of her, but he’d made a promise to a friend, and he didn’t break promises.


“Yeah, why not? Catch up. It’s been, what, eleven years since I saw you?” The day they’d graduated in fact. Him with decent grades and a football scholarship, and her as class Valedictorian. She’d headed off to Brown University for an accelerated program in mathematics the following week, and he hadn’t laid eyes on her since. Not even for their ten-year reunion last year.


She bit her lower lip then drew it into her mouth, and his eyes locked on like a heat-seeking missile. The memory of the sweet, hot kiss they’d shared in the back seat of Ethan’s 1993 Ford Mustang assaulted him.


“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”


She was probably right. He just nodded. Clearly, she hadn’t forgiven him for what he’d done. Not that he could really blame her. He should have been upfront with her then. She would have understood. Maybe.


“I should probably give you my number so you can get me the repair bills for your car if you change your mind,” she said, returning his attention to the present.


“Right.” She stepped close and a light, clean scent tickled his nose. Like lemons, only sweeter. He tapped the number into his phone as she rattled it off to him, all the while wondering whether she wore perfume or if it was her shampoo. “But I won’t. Change my mind, I mean.”


“Okay. Well. Again, I’m really sorry about . . .” Her voice trailed off as she indicated the fender-bender.


“It’s just a car. Nobody got hurt, and that’s the important thing.”


“I’ll see you around.” Shelby rounded her car and climbed into the open driver’s side.


Realizing she couldn’t leave until he moved his car, he turned to do just that, but couldn’t help but wonder what twist of fate had brought Shelby Wentworth back into his life.







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Rebecca Heflin is an award-winning author who has dreamed of writing romantic fiction since she was fifteen and her older sister snuck a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss’ Shanna to her and told her to read it. Rebecca writes women’s fiction and contemporary romance. When not passionately pursuing her dream, Rebecca is busy with her day-job as a practicing attorney.


Rebecca is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, and Florida Writers Association. She and her mountain-climbing husband live at sea level in sunny Florida.



 






 




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