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 Taraβs direction.Β She pretended not
to notice as she walked her date out.Β When she came back
into the kitchen, Ford was waiting for her, clearly amused.Β
βYou used me to dump your date.β
βDumped is β¦ harsh.β
βItβs accurate.β
βItβs accurate,β she agreed, and sighed.Β βHe had bad breath.β
βWell then.β
βThis isnβt funny, Ford.Β I needed a damn date.β
βThatβs not what I would have guessed.β
She narrowed her eyes.Β βWhat does that mean?β
βIt means,β he said with a faint smile.Β βThat I remember
how you get when youβre uptight and anxious.Β I also
remember the only that would relax you.β
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.Β
Ford had found her, and in shocking little time had her
forgetting both her troubles.
Naked therapy, Ford style.
Itβd worked, and at the memory, she felt heat flood her
face.Β βYes, well, sex isnβt on the table at the moment.β
Now he flashed her his bad boy grin.Β βI was talking about
how we used to lie on the marina dock and count stars, but
your idea has merits too.Β Come here, Tara.β
Said the spider to the fly.Β βI donβt think so.β
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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