I love summer. I love going for long walks, reading on the balcony, drinking cider, and eating far too much ice cream. Especially the ice cream. I loved summer as a child, too…as evidenced by this picture of two-year-old me eating a popsicle.
Alas, I live in Canada, and summer here is not as long as I would like it to be. In the not-so-distant future, it will be fall, which is when my August 7 release, Seducing His True Love, takes place. And since this story is very Canadian, the heroine begins the book wearing a not-so-sexy beaver costume to a Halloween party, where she doesn’t have quite as much fun as I did when eating a popsicle. But then the hero shows up…
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Kissing Johnny was far from amazing, but Cassie kept at it, determined it would get better. She pressed her mouth over his again, keeping her eyes closed. The Big Bird costume kind of ruined the mood—she didn’t want to see it. But when she was about to press her lips to his one last time, nothing was there.
Before she could open her eyes, a pair of lips brushed against hers, and she knew immediately that it wasn’t Johnny. A hand cupped the back of her head, and a strong male body—without Big Bird padding—pushed her firmly against the fridge, one of his legs between hers.
She moaned. She couldn’t help it.
He slid his tongue over her bottom lip then dipped it into her mouth, and that sent sparks through every inch of her body. She hadn’t felt anything when Johnny touched her, but she sure as hell felt a lot now. The ache between her legs grew steadily with each passing second.
There was only one other man who’d ever made her feel like this when he kissed her. She’d thought it would never happen again, and yet…
She froze.
Wait.
Maybe it was him.
Before she could open her eyes, a low voice murmured, “Hello, Cassidy.”
Goose bumps broke out on her skin at the sound of that voice—at the same time as red-hot fury spread through her veins.
She looked up at his face, into his blue eyes. A smile touched his lips. He was wearing a cape, and a giant mask was pushed up on top of his head.
God, he was gorgeous.
And she hated him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked through clamped teeth.
“I’ve come to take you home with me,” he said simply.
Her skin prickled. She hated her skin right now. Hated being affected by this man.
“I thought you lived on the other side of the country,” she said.
“I lied. I live in Ottawa.”
“Ottawa! That’s two hours away. You made me think you lived in Calgary or Vancouver.”
“I know what I did.”
“And now, over a year later, you show up out of the blue and expect me to go home with you?”
“I was an asshole. I won’t deny it. But I also know you’ll come home with me.”
Which only increased her anger. “Why would you say that?”
“Because we belong together.”
Once, she’d thought they belonged together. But he’d told her he was from far away, and he could only give her a week. The day before he left, she’d begged him to give their relationship a chance. She’d even been willing to move for him, wherever his home was.
Instead, he’d left without even giving her a phone number.
He’d broken her.
Completely.
But she was done pining for him. She wouldn’t give him the chance to break her again.
Blaine Richards didn’t believe in love at first sight, even when he met the perfect woman. They had an intense, passionate interlude sixteen months ago…and then it was over. Even after all this time, Blaine can’t forget Cassie Monroe. Now, he’s desperate to get her back.
It’s taken more than a year for Cassie’s broken heart to heal, but she’s finally ready to move on…when Blaine comes back to town, claiming she belongs with him.
He challenges her to spend a weekend with him, betting she won’t be able to walk away at the end of it. Cassie finally agrees, determined to prove there’s nothing between them but hot sex.
Only, the erotic, no-holds-barred weekend Blaine has planned for her is enough to make a girl change her mind…
Disclaimer: Contains the following possible trigger: consensual rape fantasy.
Laura Jardine decided she wanted to be a writer when she was in grade two, sometime between writing “The Heart That Got Lost” and “The Land of Shapes”. She later studied engineering and worked as a geophysicist before turning to writing romance novels. Laura lives in Toronto with her husband, and despite living in Canada her whole life, she hates winter. When she’s not writing, she enjoys cooking, hiking, eating too much gelato, and reading on the balcony when it’s raining.
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