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Jilted by the one woman he’s ever loved, small town sheriff Guy Lawson vows never to let himself be so vulnerable. But when the woman who broke his heart returns to Cedar Bend, he is forced to uphold an old promise he made long ago…
After two years of running from her father’s death, Zamya “Mya” Daniels is ready to win back the man she loves. Except Guy doesn’t believe in second chances. When Mya sets out to repair their broken relationship, Guy’s guarded heart is helpless against his body’s desires. Will their old bond be enough to save their love—or will they come to accept that some things just aren’t meant to last? |
Sneak Peek...
Guy slept on his stomach, his tousled head turned toward her. She stood there for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight before her. She liked him this way. His guard was down and he appeared less formidable without the scowl that seemed to attach itself to his brow whenever he looked at her.
Mya pulled back the covers and climbed into bed beside him. His heat was magnetic, and she cuddled closer.
She didn’t have time to savor the moment, however, before he jerked awake.
“What the—Mya?”
“Yes?” She forced nonchalance in her voice, even though her heart was racing. Would he demand that she get the hell out of his bed? The same bed she’d lost her virginity.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
At the obvious concern in his voice, she couldn’t help but smile. “I think the heater’s broken in the guest room. I got cold.”
He didn’t say anything for a heartbeat as if he was processing her words then he reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.
A soft glow illuminated the room and she could see him clearly. His jaw was covered with the start of a day old beard. With a low groan, he fell on his back and rubbed a hand over his face.
“I’ll look into it this weekend. Do you want me to grab the space heater?”
Mya propped herself up and leaned over him. “You don’t have to. This bed is big enough for the both of us.”
He removed his hand from his eyes and stared up at her, his moss green eyes guarded. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” she challenged.
His jaw tightened. “You know why.”
“Is it because you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
The muscles in his jaw flexed again, but she didn’t need his words to know she was right. His silent response was answer enough.
She placed her hand on his bare chest and leaned down lower. “What if I don’t want you to?”
He covered her hand with his and tightened his grip. “Mya—”
Moving with an impulse that surprised her, she kissed him—kissed him in the way she had anticipated since she’d driven into town. Slow and lingering… Her lips moved over his until he relaxed under the pressure. She kept her lips fitted against his, remembering their shape and savoring his taste.
He brought his hands up behind her neck, and for a moment, she thought he would push her away. But to her surprise, he flipped her onto her back and moved over her, deepening the kiss.
Mya pulled back the covers and climbed into bed beside him. His heat was magnetic, and she cuddled closer.
She didn’t have time to savor the moment, however, before he jerked awake.
“What the—Mya?”
“Yes?” She forced nonchalance in her voice, even though her heart was racing. Would he demand that she get the hell out of his bed? The same bed she’d lost her virginity.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
At the obvious concern in his voice, she couldn’t help but smile. “I think the heater’s broken in the guest room. I got cold.”
He didn’t say anything for a heartbeat as if he was processing her words then he reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.
A soft glow illuminated the room and she could see him clearly. His jaw was covered with the start of a day old beard. With a low groan, he fell on his back and rubbed a hand over his face.
“I’ll look into it this weekend. Do you want me to grab the space heater?”
Mya propped herself up and leaned over him. “You don’t have to. This bed is big enough for the both of us.”
He removed his hand from his eyes and stared up at her, his moss green eyes guarded. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” she challenged.
His jaw tightened. “You know why.”
“Is it because you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
The muscles in his jaw flexed again, but she didn’t need his words to know she was right. His silent response was answer enough.
She placed her hand on his bare chest and leaned down lower. “What if I don’t want you to?”
He covered her hand with his and tightened his grip. “Mya—”
Moving with an impulse that surprised her, she kissed him—kissed him in the way she had anticipated since she’d driven into town. Slow and lingering… Her lips moved over his until he relaxed under the pressure. She kept her lips fitted against his, remembering their shape and savoring his taste.
He brought his hands up behind her neck, and for a moment, she thought he would push her away. But to her surprise, he flipped her onto her back and moved over her, deepening the kiss.
