HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. CHARLEE JAMES AUTHOR OF: IN WITH THE TIDE
7 PM PST. CHARLEE JAMES
Lindsey Hunter never imagined she’d be returning to her Cape Cod home pregnant and divorced, but she’s determined to build a new life for her and her unborn baby. When car trouble leaves her stranded on the side of the road, ex-Marine Damien Trent rides to the rescue on his motorbike. Once upon a time, they’d been friends and briefly, they'd been something more...until he enlisted and left her behind. As Lindsey and Damien reconnect, the attraction is still as strong as ever. But Lindsey’s knows Damien's not the staying kind.
Damien would rather do anything than come home to deal with his father’s estate. After years of abuse, he was more than ready to leave town the moment he graduated. With Lindsey back in his life, everything is complicated. He’s used to being a lone wolf - until Lindsey and her newborn baby give him a glimpse of the kind of family and future he’s always dreamed of. Can he be brave enough to reach out and grab it?
Forgetting his worries for the first time in years, he fell into the game, quickly piling up balls
of snow and firing them at will. They threw and dodged and ducked until they were both soaked and gasping for air. Her laugh of pure joy rang in his ears, and something stirred inside his chest. She ran for cover at the edge of the forest, and he followed, still sending a hail of snowballs flying in her direction. One connected with the side of her face and caught her off guard, sending her into the snow. He jogged over to see if she was all right and extended his hand to her.
Instead of getting up, she kicked out his legs and pulled him down with her. His shock gave her the opportunity to push to her knees and gain the upper hand. Izzy’s hair fell in a curtain around her face, as she smiled down at him.
“I think we have a victor.” She spoke happily, her cheeks and lips rosy from the cold.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” His voice was hoarse and edged with danger. In one quick maneuver, he pinned her to the ground. Wet slush seeped through his pant legs, and his hands were buried in the snow above her head. Suddenly, the world around them melted away, and all he could focus
on was the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. She stared into his eyes, unblinking. Izzy looked so innocent, so vulnerable. His nerve endings stirred and tingled. His hands slipped slightly in the snow, and the flutter of her heart drummed against his chest. The scent of her hair,
lavender and vanilla, made his mouth go dry. Their lips were just inches from one another. He only had to angle his head to taste them.
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