Trust Your Heart

Page Count: 132
Word Count: 0
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)

Michelle, a divorced mother of two preschool children living in a Minneapolis suburb, maintains her subscription to her hometown newspaper. So when she bumps into childhood friend David, she already knew he was successful and a bachelor, but what the paper forgot to mention was how he had matured into a handsome man.

Memories of their past resurface, and once more, she envisions playing house with him. Although this time it's the adult-rated version, where he's selling software that threatens her job, her co-workers refuse to play nice, her ex-husband is acting just plain weird and the hometown paper is in an uproar over who is sending her flowers and who she should date. Michelle doesn’t know whom to believe until she steps back and looks deep within and trusts her heart.

130 pages, sweet


The rehearsed lines vanished as my vision drank in the sight of a drop-dead gorgeous man three feet from me. I sucked in my stomach and stood taller. My professional demeanor wrestled with curiosity as I strained to keep my gaze on his handsome face. Inquisitiveness won.

Broad shoulders, flat stomach, strong, muscular legs, polished shoes and large hands--

"Excuse me, miss. If you're quite done, I'm looking for Mr. Humphrey's office."

A trace of laughter filled his deep, sensual voice. My eyes widened. "David Lindstrom?"

His gaze narrowed. "Michelle Mason?"

My heart thumped. The handsome man in front of me was David. He looked different from the teenager who had shared a locker beside mine for four years. Back then, he wore nothing but faded denim overalls, white stained t-shirts, work boots and a baseball cap, but the smile was the same.

He clasped my hand and drew me closer.

I leaned close and sniffed twice. He certainly didn't smell like the farm boy who came to school more times than not smelling like manure. His scent was clean, crisp and all male. "You smell wonderful."

His arms wrapped around me, and his chest rumbled with laughter. "You were always the honest one."

The warmth of his embrace was like chocolate to a dieter, and my arms tightened possessively. Guilt and the desire to take a little nibble had me rocking back and forth in his embrace. His arms tightened.

Strength and the comfort were the two words that came to mind as the tension drained from my muscles and my head fell wearily to his shoulder. Sweet, farm boy David rubbed my back, his breath was warm and suddenly thoughts of comfort spun out of control and images of his hands roaming over my body, his lips kissing me.

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