Savannah Hale grew up in Maple Cove alongside her childhood
sweetheart and best friend Will, even though they later began
to realise that maybe they were not in love. And Savannah had
always struggled with her deep feelings for Logan Park, Will's
best friend, who never looked twice at her. Little did she
know how Logan struggled with loving his best friend's girl.
But on the day that Logan returned from their tour in the army
without Will by his side, life changed for Savannah. Losing
her best friend and finding comfort in Logan, left her
believing that maybe their future could still be bright -
until that day Logan broke her heart forever, and Savannah
turned her back on Maple Cove for good. Until now.
It is eight years later and Savannah has returned to bury her
beloved mom and sort out their iconic B&B. What she didn't
count on was her brother and sister would be useless, the
B&B would be in disrepair and on the brink of foreclosure, or
that the property company who wanted to take away her
childhood home would be represented by the one man who
destroyed her heart all those years ago. Throw in a town full
of gossips, an ex-soldier determined to do right by his fallen
friend, and an electrifying connection that cannot be denied
and who knows how this will end.
YOUR B&B OR MINE? by Melissa West is a beautifully written
contemporary romance about loss, love and living each day to
the fullest. Savannah always feels like she must stay in
control all of the time and it was so sweet to watch her let
down her guard, and admit what she has always wanted. Logan is
a loving and caring soul who has never felt good enough for
anyone, and is willing to sacrifice everything in the memory
of his friend, Will. Logan and Savannah's relationship is sexy,
funny and at times infuriating, but YOUR B&B OR MINE? By
Melissa West is most definitely entertaining and well worth a
read.
All's fair in love and war, especially in the Deep South... Savannah Hale never planned to come back to Maple Cove, Georgia. Her hometown has too many painful memories, especially of her high school sweetheart, who was killed during combat. And yet here she is...broken-hearted from her mother's death and left to deal with the Hale family legacy--Maple Cove's landmark bed and breakfast. In need of repairs and near foreclosure, she's hanging on to the B&B by a thread. And the man out to buy it is the man she's never been able to forgive...or forget. Former soldier Logan Park is haunted by memories of his own. Some are of his best friend. Others are filled with longing for the girl he could never have. Now Savannah is back, and their attraction can't be denied. But Logan has already sacrificed everything to atone for his sins, and there's no way he'll let himself fall for a girl who might never love again.
Excerpt
Easing down the stairs, she found the smoke alarm in the common room blaring like a baby who couldn’t reach his pacifier. Searching the room, she grabbed a chair and placed it under the alarm, then stood on it to press the reset button, feeling pretty darn pleased with herself, until nothing happened. She pressed it again, held it down, counted to five, then did it all over again, but the freaking thing refused to stop. “Ugh! Shut up!” “When you’re done screaming at it, can you turn it off?” Savannah spun to see Logan a few feet away from her, his hair sticking out in random directions, a lazy grin on his face. Her gaze drifted from his hair down to his bare chest, over the simple black cross tattooed on his left pectoral muscle, to his low-hanging flannel pajama pants and how very clear it was that he wore nothing else beneath them. She swallowed, suddenly not at all concerned with the alarm or its refusal to do what she asked. “Anna? The alarm?” “What? Oh—right. I can’t turn it off. It won’t listen to me.” A smile played at his lips as he neared. “Maybe that’s because you’re wearing a Mickey Mouse T-shirt.” He leaned in closer and thumbed the hem of her nightshirt, his fingertips grazing her thigh. And holy shitake mushroom. Warmth spread from that tiny point of contact, up her leg, settling in her stomach, her breathing suddenly very uneven. “And no pants. To be honest, I’m having a hard time focusing, too.” “Funny,” she said, attempting to control her voice— and her out-of-control heart—but a blush crept across her cheeks all the same. She’d been so eager to get the wailing to end, she didn’t stop to think about what—or how little — she wore. Her eyes dropped to her bare legs, the T-shirt barely covering her lower goods. So not the kind of thing she should be sporting around Logan, especially with all the extra tingles and inappropriate thoughts running around in her brain. “Hit the reset button.” Savannah placed her hands on her hips, which caused the shirt to hitch up. Logan’s gaze dropped. “Right, because I’m a complete idiot and didn’t think to hit the reset. Try again.” The grin spread. “All right. Then how about this.” He swept her into his arms, one hand dangerously close to her breast, the other griping her thighs, her body pressed firmly against his rock-hard pectoral muscles. Forget the alarm. Forget the B and B. Forget everything. She’d just as soon stay right there, cradled in his strong arms. Her already heated insides burst into flames, desire tempting logic, until it was all she could do not to lean toward him—see if he’d take the prompt and kiss her.
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