Tara Daniels' return to Lucky Harbor is suppose to be
temporary; Tara is helping her sisters get the Lucky Harbor
Inn up and running then she plans to move on.
Unfortunately, a fire at the inn 6 months earlier put the
sisters behind on the grand opening keeping Tara in town
longer than she wants especially since she is running out
of reasons to ignore her ex-boyfriend, mister sex-on-a-stick
himself, Ford Walker. Tara's determination to stay away
from Ford is working but Tara knows she has been extremely
lucky and that luck is getting ready to run out. Sparks fly
and old feelings return making the situation with Ford
confusing to say the least. Tara's ex-husband
showing up in Lucky Harbor declaring his plans to win his
wife back just make things worse. Tara has never had men
fighting over her before and doesn't like it now, she just
wants to find peace with her past, find out who she is
suppose to be, and move on.
Ford Walker thought he was over Tara Daniels and their
explosive summer together; though letting her go 17 years
ago broke his heart, he has survived. Well, that is until
Tara shows up back in Lucky Harbor to help her sisters and
finds at least 101 ways to avoid talking or even looking at
him. Ford feels he has given Tara enough time to come to
him and decides to approach Tara, catching her off guard. To
Ford's amusement he still affects her as much as
she affects him. Ford refuses to allow his feelings to
surface until Tara's ex-husband shows up wanting Tara to
return to his arms. Ford usually has no problem conceding
to the other man, Ford doesn't fight for a woman when there
are plenty of them available, but Tara isn't just another
woman. Ford and Tara share a tragic past and a love that
ran deep long ago, so all Ford can think now is...GAME ON!
THE SWEETEST THING is the second book in the Lucky Harbor
Series and it's witty, fun, and the characters are fabulous.
Jill Shalvis proves to the reader that there is nothing
wrong with a little healthy competition.
Tara has a
thousand good reasons not to return to the little coastal
town of Lucky Harbor, Washington. Yet with her life doing a
major crash-and-burn, anywhere away from her
unfulfilled dreams and sexy ex-husband will do. As Tara
helps her two sisters get their newly renovated inn up and
running, she finally has a chance to get things under
control and come up with a new plan for her life.
But
a certain tanned, green-eyed sailor has his own ideas, such
as keeping Tara hot, bothered . . . and in his bed. And when
her ex wants Tara back, three is a crowd she can't
control-especially when her deepest secret reappears out of
the blue. Now Tara must confront her past and discover what
she really wants. If she's lucky, she might just find that
everything her heart desires is right here in Lucky Harbor.
Excerpt
Ford raised a brow in Tara’s direction. She pretended not
to notice as she walked her date out. When she came back
into the kitchen, Ford was waiting for her, clearly amused.
“You used me to dump your date.”
“Dumped is … harsh.”
“It’s accurate.”
“It’s accurate,” she agreed, and sighed. “He had bad breath.”
“Well then.”
“This isn’t funny, Ford. I needed a damn date.”
“That’s not what I would have guessed.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said with a faint smile. “That I remember
how you get when you’re uptight and anxious. I also
remember the only that would relax you.”
She had a flash to a long ago night, on the docks after a
fight with her mother that had left her shaky and alone.
Ford had found her, and in shocking little time had her
forgetting both her troubles.
Naked therapy, Ford style.
It’d worked, and at the memory, she felt heat flood her
face. “Yes, well, sex isn’t on the table at the moment.”
Now he flashed her his bad boy grin. “I was talking about
how we used to lie on the marina dock and count stars, but
your idea has merits too. Come here, Tara.”
Said the spider to the fly. “I don’t think so.”
He smiled again and poured her some wine, looking
comfortable in his own skin as he leaned back against the
counter, his own glass dwarfed in his big hand.
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