No Place Like Home
Rowan is back home and he’s looking at me like I’m the one woman he’s always wanted. But he’s my best friend—the one guy I could always count on–and best friends aren’t supposed to fall in love.
Then, a mix-up leaves us sharing a one-bedroom house, and the chemistry I’ve spent years ignoring becomes impossible to deny.
Suddenly the line between friendship and something more is blurring, and I’m scared of where it could lead.
But Rowan’s never been the kind of man to give up, and when he looks at me with his large chocolate brown eyes, the tension crackles between us and I’m pulled toward him in a way I’ve never been before. Until keeping my heart locked away becomes harder than ever, andI start to wonder if maybe I’ve been running from the wrong thing all along.
But there’s a part of my past I’ve never shared with anyone—not even Rowan. I know better than to believe in forever. Love is messy, and someone always gets hurt. But how can I stay away from Rowan when everything between us feels so right?
“Oh, my God!” Summer screamed and I could hear her running toward me. “Get the hell out of here, you fucking devil rooster! Get away!”
I peered through my arms, and she was shooing the devil-rooster away with a stick. I stood to my feet, brushed dirt from my pants, and watched in awe.
She swiped at him time and time again, but now he was attacking the stick. She kept at him, though, with crazy in her eyes— no other way to describe it-shouting cuss words and swinging that stick like her life depended on it.
Laughter broke free from deep in my gut.
She stopped her assault on the rooster, and Big Red, realizing hed won the battle, shook his feathers out and strutted off across the yard, swinging his fluffy feathered ass.
“What are you laughing at?” Summer tossed the branch at me and crossed her arms across her chest.
“He grabbed me around my waist and the air left my lungs.
I tipped my head back to be able to see him, and his eyes stayed on mine for a split second before glancing at my lips. Damn. My heart needed to slow down and remember who this was. This was Rowan.
Maybe if I continued to remind myself of that, my body would get the message.”
Summer and Rowan’s constant banter is the sweetest and hottest foreplay this author has written to date. This book is a definite read for your summer. The book club ladies are in rare form and Orlinda Valley is the place to live and play.
