On a dark, rainy night I drove my overstuffed junker car back to a town I never expected to see again.
And when I needed a rescue by the side of the road, a six-foot tall piece of hot, unfinished business named Mark was what the universe sent me.
Three years earlier I’d fled town (and Mark) to follow my wrongly-convicted father to his federal prison, working crappy jobs to stay afloat and visit him every second I could.
But now Dad’s dead and I’m mysteriously offered the best job of my life at the college where his life blew up when he was accused of a crime he didn’t commit.
Someone wants me here. Desperately.
I’m hoping it’s Mark.
Because if it’s not, I’m in more danger than I ever imagined.
And if it is?
Mark may be the most dangerous choice of all.
divided into two parts now: Before and After.
literally peel my wet clothes off, my fingers touch my arms where Mark’s hands
have just been. I close my eyes and imagine him standing before me. My t-shirt sticks
to my breasts and I edge my fingers over the v-neck. The slide of wet cloth
against my nipples reminds me of his mouth. We’d gone nice and slow, four years
ago, when we started dating. His mouth only roamed from mine in the last
intimate moment we’d had before he…
slow sigh fills me. I forget to exhale. My jeans put up a battle in my
undressing, catching at the ankles. I fall and grab the tub’s edge. My butt
tumbles onto the thick little bathroom area rug. The color is a princess pink
that reminds me of my old bedroom. When I was little, living with Dad and when
my mother was still alive.
fills me as the feel of Mark’s arms around me on the wet side of the road
twists in my mind. My body is on fire now, even when it’s wet and cold.
be the first person I saw, didn’t he? Why? I don’t believe in fate. I don’t
believe in destiny. I don’t believe in soulmates.
I can believe in. Betrayal and deception and lies are real, too.
just another lie.
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.