Excerpt – Only If You Dare
Cynthia glanced over at the table set in a far corner and the man who occupied one of its two chairs.Eyes perfectly adjusted to the dimness, her gaze joined—
Tall, dark and very good looking.
The hostess set down her menu. “Enjoy.” Sending a lingering gaze toward Jonah, she walked away.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Her greeting was automatic, though she soon realized how very much she meant those words.
Well etched cheekbones, a strong chin, the hint of a dimple on the right side of his mouth when he smiled. The description of very good looking hardly did him justice.
After a quick kiss that left Cynthia wanting more, his hand rested briefly on her shoulders as he helped her off with her coat. “How bad was work?”
She started to form a pat not that bad response when she caught the sincerity in his eyes as he awaited her answer. Her honest answer. “It was tiring.”
“I have just the thing.” Ushering her into the seat across from him, he placed her coat, with his, on a nearby chair.
“Do you now?”
If he was surprised when she took hold of his hand as he returned to the table, he didn’t show it. Not knowing what else to do, she squeezed before letting go.
“A good hot meal, of course.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Don’t be so nice to me or we’re going to have real problems.
“But, before that, a tall glass of wine.” With an expert hand, he lifted a chilled bottle from a bucket set beside the table. Pouring the light, white wine into two stemmed glasses, he picked up one he handed to her and kept the other for himself.
“To you.” She hoisted it toward him. “For knowing just what I need today.”
You, Jonah Colt, are just what I need.
EXCERPT – Asking for TroubleRising to his feet in one smooth movement, Cole gave her a hand up. His palm was warm and a little rough as it curled around her fingers. With an extra tug, he brought her close against his chest.“Oops, I guess I don’t know my own strength.”
For a moment, she leaned into him. The afternoon had been relaxing, but stimulating at the same time, like the man standing before her. With Cole, there was always the question of what he’d say next, what he’d do next…
His free hand rose to touch her hair before his thumb stroked along her jaw in a whisper soft caress that sent a quiver sliding through her.
Drawing in a breath, she forced herself to step back. “Why don’t you get the horses while I wake Jackson?”
A pained look flashed through his eyes and was gone. “Sure.”
When he released her and turned away, she pressed shaking hands against her thighs to steady herself. After a long moment, she bent and picked up the rose, then lifted Jackson into her arms and hugged him close, breathing in his clean, baby scent.
No more innocent outings with a man who had the power to trample her heart beneath his boots. She’d been a fool to think she could spend time with Cole without falling in love with him all over again. Truth was, it would be a short drop into heartache. She touched the rose to her lips. Because she’d never stopped loving him the first time around.
Margo Hoornstra hails from the Midwest, land of the—this year at least—never ending snow storms. It’s beautiful to look at but has put a crimp in her second love besides writing, long walks outdoorsMargo’s Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Google+
