Sometimes the perfect one is the one who’d been there forever...
Jacey Thompson wasn’t frightened of much. Serving in an elite unit
called Zulu Spectre, she’d faced things most people wouldn’t be able to
handle without the slightest hint of hesitation. However, the prospect
of returning to her hometown was enough to make her knees tremble. She
couldn’t miss the wedding of a dear friend but she would run into her
first and only love.
Derek Moser, ex-Marine, returned home to Leeburg to help his family and
try to settle in to civilian life, leaving behind the nightmares. He’s
shocked to discover his cousin’s best friend growing up is the same
woman he’d had a one-night stand with seven years ago, he’d just not
recognized her as the girl next door.
Passion is as explosive between them as it had been that night, no
matter how they try to ignore it. However, when her secret comes to
light, will he forgive her? And will Jacey allow him to be her one and
only, sweeping her off her feet? |
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At those two words Derek’s
world stopped, his pulse sped up, and he had begun to sweat
for now his palms were damp. Pure, untamed desire surged
through his entire body. He moved his eyes hesitantly to his
left and found himself looking at a pair of brown feet with
French-tipped nails, strapped in gray high heels. Around one
ankle was a silver chain with a pendant on it.
Moving his gaze up slowly, he
felt his mouth going dry as his eyes took in a pair of
gorgeous, lean, nut-brown legs, smooth as silk and well
lotioned, for he could pick up the subtle scent of apricots.
A pair of luscious legs that he had spent many—but not
nearly enough—pleasurable hours learning about one night a
long time ago. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible, so he
must just be admiring Jacey’s legs and wishing they belonged
to his mystery woman, which was why he heard her voice.
He gave himself a strong
mental shake for he realized he must be seeing things. It
was just Jacey, childhood tagalong and brat. Squeezing his
eyes shut once, hard, he stood up and looked right into her
face and said, “Hello, Jacey.”
It was a good thing he had
begun to say that with his eyes closed, for after he got a
look at her face he was struck speechless.
Could it be?
After all this time?
“You.” The word was breathed by both of them at the same
time. By now the whole room was straining to hear what was
going on over there. |
