Winters' Solace

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-500-5
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-499-2
Page Count: 416
Word Count: 103930
Rating: Sweet

Ryan Winters is a broken man. Guilt and grief over the death of his wife have driven him to a life of seclusion. Haunted by nightmares, he refuses to move on, refuses to forgive himself, and refuses to love.

Brianne Morgan can’t remember a time when she wasn’t in love with Ryan — or a time when she didn’t hate herself for it. He’d always been in love with her sister, and that didn't change after Laura's death. Though her heart has been his for years, how can she allow herself to love him?
Three years after the tragic car crash, an unexpected encounter with Brianne has Ryan wanting her to disappear from his life once more. She’s a constant reminder of the love he lost, and she's breathing new life into feelings he assumed long dead. Feelings he has no intention of reviving, especially with Brianne.


She willed her hands to be steady, seeking for anything to distract herself from his nearness, from the way his chest swelled with each breath, from the familiar scent of his cologne, from the memory of how it felt to be held in his arms…

“I thought maybe your hands were shaking just a little,” he whispered near her ear.

Where was that hole in the floor?

His hand reached up to cover hers, and the trembling increased. He breathed a soft laugh against her hair, and she froze. Was he mocking her? Tears stung her eyes, and she pushed away from him, but his hand tightened around hers, holding it in place against his chest while his other arm circled her waist, forcing her closer to him.

“Let me go.” She willed her voice to stay steady.

“No,” he breathed close to her ear again.

“Please,” she begged, hating the way her voice broke on the plea.

“Look at me,” he coaxed.

“It’s not funny, Ryan.” Her throat ached with unshed tears.

“I’m not laughing.”

Her struggles ceased as his hand slid up her back and buried itself in her hair. A soft gasp escaped her mouth and a heated knot unfurled in her stomach, sending warm threads spiraling down her legs.

“Brianne,” he whispered. “Please.”

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