Excerpt of Sweet Home Montana by Lynne Marshall

Erin’s insides fluttered uncontrollably seeing Wade at the door holding flowers and looking so amazing. She clinched her molars attempting to control the reaction. His dark brown hair was just long enough for natural waves to curl at his temples and along his neck. His clear green eyes wandered over her, noticing everything, she feared, even the slight tremble of her fingers holding the door open. Diana had nsisted she answer it. Erin wanted to crown her for it, too. How could she take another moment of his scrutiny without melting? Finally, she found her voice. “Hi.” “Hi yourself.” Sexy as always, his low voice vibrated over her senses. She clutched the knob for support, her mind flying to the last time she’d seen him, when they’d kissed. The memory kicked her breathing out of sync. He wasn’t the only one with wandering eyes. He wore a dark blue collared shirt and a grey jacket with dark navy pants, and some kind of California styled loafers. The one-hundred percent male devastated the last of her shaky at best facade. Her hand slipped off the doorknob, she stumbled forward to regain balance. On reflex he moved toward her to help, though his arms were filled with flowers and a grocery bag. She recovered on her own but came face-to-face with him again. Only inches apart. Time stopped for that second as their eyes locked on each other wreaking the familiar havoc. Before she took a step back she glanced at his mouth, remembering how it felt when they’d kissed, wanting nothing more than to go there again.