As
a teenager, Samantha Carlton used a career in modeling to break free from her
painful childhood—walking away from her reckless twin sister, an alcoholic
mother, and the boy she loved. Yet she never outran the guilt of abandoning her
family. When the past shows up on her doorstep in the form of her late sister’s
daughter, Sam opens her home and her heart to the girl she never knew existed.
But it’s not so easy to face the man she left behind…
Sam
had shattered Trevor Kincaid’s heart, and he’d sought comfort in her sister’s
arms. But he’d pledged to shield his daughter, Grace, from the drama that
followed the Carlton women. Now Grace has tracked down Sam, and Trevor is
forced to deal with the one woman he wanted to forget.
History
has a way of repeating itself, and the sparks between Sam and Trevor reignite
an old flame. But as much as Sam wants a new future, is walking away again
easier than risking her heart for a second chance at love?
"I need to help you. I need to make it
better so we're even."
"Even?"
She nodded. "I can't owe you."
"You don't owe me."
"We have a working relationship I can
handle," she said, dropping the towel to her desk and pressing the ice
pack between her fingers. She welcomed the burn of the cold against her
fingertips. "Then you go and play the hero."
He laughed again. "I'm not a
hero."
"That's not how I remember it,"
she murmured, focusing her gaze on his shirt collar when it became too
difficult to meet his eyes.
"What sort of working relationship do
we have when you pretend I don't exist any time I'm here without Grace?"
"The kind that doesn't make me
crazy."
"Is that how you treat a hero?"
She laughed despite herself. "It is
when I'm pretending you don't exist because I want to rip off all your clothes
and plaster myself to you every time we're together."
He raised one brow. "That doesn't
sound quite right to me."
Embarrassment washed through her, but
Trevor stepped into her space, crowding her, when she would have turned away.
"A better idea would be if we both had
our clothes off." He traced one finger along the skin above the collar of
her baggy t-shirt. "What's fair is fair."
She bit down on her lip and ignored the
sparks of desire that skimmed along every single one of her nerve endings.
"It was actually a bad idea. Forget I said anything."
"Fat chance," he whispered and
brushed his lips across hers.
It only took a second for the kiss to
ignite into something hot and hungry. Even though it was the worst idea in the
world, Sam lost herself in the feel of him. He tugged her closer, lifting her
into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips. He tasted the
same as he had years ago, like mint and memories. He was the innocence she'd
lost and everything she once longed for.
He kissed her like she was his whole world. It had been forever since
she'd felt anything so perfect. His fingers tugged on the hair tie holding her
bun in place and then his hands sifted through her hair. His mouth felt like it
was everywhere at once--on her lips, her jaw, the sensitive spot just behind
her ear that no other man had taken the time to discover.
Michelle Major grew
up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a
degree in Journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her
life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry
pets and several well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her
passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her
readers at www.michellemajor.com.
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