#RomanceWednesday hidden secrets threaten a HEA
For ten months, bestselling novelist Alec Winston hasnβt
been able to type a single word, and heβs coming
dangerously
close to breaching his publishing contract. An invitation
from his brother to spend the summer in Wilmington Beach
might be just the thing to blast through his writerβs
block.
Yet Alec discovers more than a spark of inspiration on
the
sunny sands. He meets an amber-eyed muse who makes him
think
about much more than books . . .
Faith Armstrong has finally gathered the courage to leave
her past behind and accepted a job as a private tutor,
hoping for a fresh start on the North Carolina coast.
This
is the home sheβs always longed forβnot just a place, but
a
state of mind. Sheβs felt invisible her whole life, so
the
host of new friends and the attention of a sexy author
have
her head spinning.
But Alec has a secret that could prove this isnβt the
life
Faith dreamed of after all . . .
Excerpt The moment Faith opened the door and Alec saw her, he knew his
suspicions were right on the mark. He felt differently about her
than he had about anyone in a long time. More so, if he dug deep
enough into his memory. She chased away the dark. And somehow, since
heβd known her, his writing had grown stronger.
Yet she acted like she could take him or leave him. Faith may have
seemed aloof, but he suspected that under the surface there was
strength and heart. Right next to insecurity and uncertainty. In
fact, she seemed like someone hell-bent on taking care of herself,
but failing.
That did funny things to his chest.
She gestured him inside, but he stayed rooted to the spot, taking in
the sight of her. If heβd texted any other woman and said he was
coming over, theyβd be wearing ten pounds of makeup, high heels, and
nothing else. That wasnβt arrogance on his part, just stone-cold
truth. Women wanted his money, his fame, or his body. No in-betweens
or exceptions.
And then there was Faith. A haphazard ponytail left wisps of brown
hair around her face. The loose cotton shorts and white tee she wore
shouldnβt be sexy. The lamplight behind her hid most of her
freckles, but he still wanted to kiss each one, strip her to see if
she had more. And where.
βHi,β he forced out.
βHello. Are you going to come inside or should we talk through the
doorway?β
The last thing he wanted to do was talk. He crossed the threshold
and fit his lips over hers, reaching out and tugging her flush
against his chest. And damn, the spark wasnβt a fluke. The same heat
and need flared to life. Consumed.
Tightening his hold on her, he lifted her enough to back her away
from the entry and kicked the door shut, all the while keeping his
mouth fused to hers. He spun her around and pressed her back against
the door, planting his palms on either side of her head. If he kept
his hands off her, he could stop this before the house went up in
flames. Probably.
Faith didnβt get the memo. Her fingers drove into his hair and
tugged. Her tongue warred with his for dominance and he was damn
tempted to let her win. Just for the hell of it. To let himself be
conquered for once.
When one of her legs snaked around his hips, drawing his jean-clad
erection snug against the apex of her thighs, he groaned and rested
his forehead against hers. Tried to breathe. βYouβre a sleeper,β he
mumbled, head still somewhere in the vicinity of that kiss.
βSleeper?β she breathed.
God, that voice of hers got to him in ways he couldnβt possibly
explain. βYeah. A sleeper. You seem all reserved and calm on the
surface, lying in wait until the moment of initiation, and then you
strike.β
Her amber eyes lifted to his, her dilated pupils telling him she was
just as affected. βThat was a compliment, right?β
He laughed and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Smelled so good.
βYes, that was a compliment.β
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β’ March 2015
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