Lover's Leap

Published: 10/02/2015










ISBN Digital: 9781509203819
ISBN Print: 9781509203802
Page Count: 332
Word Count: 77705
Rating: Sensual


After finding her fiancé in bed with another woman, Candace, a twenty-something, up-and-coming romance novelist with a deadline, takes off for a friend’s vacation home in Tahoe. The good news? She’ll share the place with fellow house guest, Logan, her best friend Eric’s latest lover. Except...Logan, the nearly-irresistible-to-women, burned out photographer, isn’t Eric’s lover. Not now, not ever. He’s hiding out licking personal wounds, and before he’s allowed anywhere near Candace, he’s sworn off her. No problem. Except...

There’s something about Candace. She’s not simply beautiful and enticingly off-limits. It’s in the way she doesn’t flirt with him. In the way she treats him like he isn’t a shallow pleasure-seeker. In the way, somehow, she brings peace to his world-weary soul.

Too bad she thinks he’s gay. But even if he can clear that hurdle, can he really entrust Candace’s heart to his own haphazard keeping?

Excerpt:

Another bolt of lightning struck, followed by a fierce yet very feminine voice shouting, “Move your ass, Shaw!”

Anger and plain bruised male ego kicked his determination into high gear. His biceps ached with the effort of dragging himself upward, but Logan didn’t lose any more ground. All because he couldn’t wait to reach the top and give Candace a lecture she’d never forget.

The end was in sight. A few more feet and…her hands reached out, grasping him under his arms and tugging while he used the last of his strength to haul himself up and over the edge.

Exhausted. Soaked. Muddy. Hair plastered to his forehead, blinding him. He dug his elbows into gravel and dragged himself further from the drop off, then rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He would definitely lecture Candace. Just let him catch his breath first.

“Logan, are you all right?” Candace wasn’t content to wait for him to recover his strength. She crawled onto his chest and put her ice-cold hands on either side of his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Logan, answer me.”

He cracked his eyes open. Her fair hair was soaking wet and plastered to her skin. Water droplets slid down her cheeks, and off her nose.

“You told me you were safe, you silly man,” she half-yelled, half-sobbed. “You’re lucky your car stopped where it did instead of crashing into the gorge.” She gestured wildly behind her.

Shivers wracked her slight frame. Was she frightened? Cold? He lifted one exhausted arm and swiped her hair back from her cheeks. “Let’s get you home,” he said.

For a moment she stared at him with the blankest expression—then laughter burst from her lips. “You’re crazy.”

I’m crazy? You just took a joy ride in the middle of a tropical storm.”

She sat back on his stomach and smiled at him. A big beautiful smile that lit her whole face. Something warm and wonderful filled Logan’s chest and he did the only thing he could do at that moment. Grasping her nape with one hand, and her shoulder with the other, he dragged her down and kissed her.




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