SYNOPSIS
Sparks fly
when opposites attract ...
Not wanting
to be in Boston on the weekend of her ex-fiancé's wedding city girl Gillian
St. James heads to a cabin on a lake in Maine. She didn't bargain on getting
stranded, or on her attraction to the cabin's rugged caretaker.</
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At the height
of his career, Devon Jackson walked away from his job as a detective with
the NYPD. His wife's murder had shattered his life, and he moved to a
mountain retreat. When he's left in charge of the family business, his quiet
life is turned upside down and he just can't seem to get the sexy weekend
guest out of his mind.
She's running
from the present, he's running from his past, and danger is nipping at their
heels. Can they slow down long enough to think about a future together?</
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EXCERPT</ span>
The moon disappeared behind the
clouds, leaving a dark black sky befitting Devon’s solemn mood. The evening
hadn’t had to end like it did. He’d been having a good time. So good, in
fact, that he’d almost believed the charade that they were a real couple
sightseeing. They had even held hands a few times. Would it be so bad if
they were a real couple? Would it have been so bad if he’d spent the night at
her cabin?
He pressed down on the accelerator and
the pickup leaped forward. When the truck drifted close to the edge of the
cliff, skidding on the gravel, he eased off the gas. That snapped him back
to reality, and fast. What was he thinking? Driving like a mad man on the
road, for one, and second, he had no business messing with Gillian.</
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“You don’t have to feel guilty about liking
Gillian.”
His sister was a hopeless romantic,
which didn’t make sense to him. Her relationship with her husband was
rocky at best. She hadn’t been happy for a while until he’d found out why
and fixed it. Then everyone was happy. But he couldn’t do the same for
his life.
“Is she pretty?”
Gillian didn’t just have an outer beauty,
but inner beauty as well. Her warm laughter was contagious. It drew you
into her. He found that he
wanted to be with her. When she wasn’t around he was thinking about her.
The kiss they had shared … After Rachelle, he’d thought that part of his life
was over.
“Rachelle’s death wasn’t your
fault.”
“Yes it was. You should have protected
her,” his demon answered back.
Devon came to an abrupt halt in front
of the cabin, got out of the truck and slammed the door. He practically ran
up the steps and flung open the door. Samson’s head shot up. The dog took
one look at his face and put his head back down on his paws, not caring at
all what was eating him.
He grabbed the phone and punched in
Mac’s number. When Mac answered, Devon growled, “When are you going to
have her SUV repaired?”
“Who is this?” Mac asked, his voice
rough from sleep.
“The Range Rover you fished out of the
ditch. When will the repairs be completed?”
“What in the hell </
span>has gotten you all bent
out of shape? Do you know what time it is?”
“I don’t give a damn what time it
is.”
“You need to get yourself a
woman.”
“What I need is for you to get
off your lazy―”
Mac cut him off in mid-sentence, told
him to kiss a part of his anatomy he hadn’t heard of and something else that
crudely involved his mother. Then he slammed the phone down in Devon’s
ear. Devon thought about calling Mac back but decided against it. Instead,
he went outside, retrieved his axe from the shed, lined up the logs and
began chopping.
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With an overactive imagination from
an early age, Yvonne created vivid stories in her mind in which she was the
lead character. It wasn't long before she decided to take these stories from
her mind and pen them to paper.</
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She has written three top
selling romantic suspense novels: Hide'N Seek, Cat 'N Mouse and Hit 'N
Run.
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