Jenna Gavin is searching for a fresh start and, more
importantly, for balance. Her heart, and perhaps the hands of fate, have led
her and her son to Trappers' Cove, Minnesota. Settling in the small, quirky
town, she's not in the market for a casual relationship but finds herself in
one with the young widower next door.
Former shortstop, Gabriel Foxx, is drawn to his
difficult new neighbor. The more the prickly divorcee tries to keep him at
arm's length, the more determined he is to break down her walls. He can't avoid
the passion Jenna inspires and his friendship with Finn has him yearning for family,
but Gabe won't allow himself to feel more.
When friendship grows complicated by stronger
emotions and mutual desire just isn't enough, will love be worth the risk?
Fated Desires
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tarnished armor in southeastern Pennsylvania. When I’m not busy living my own
happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.
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Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Desires:
She had drifted closer to him. Or him to her. Jenna couldn’t be sure. But
it would take only a shift of balance to touch her body to his. Life was about
balance. And the shifting of worlds. In the space of a day her world had
changed for better and for worse. She’d spent the previous nine years trying to
find her balance again.
Jenna felt the familiar kick of desire. She’d never understood the girls
who spoke of butterflies and stirrings. For her it was more akin to a donkey
kick—pleasurable, sure, like the first jolt of caffeine in the morning and as
sure and swift and strong. Her pulse sped up and she knew the vein in her neck
would visibly pulse; it did when she was angry and when she was aroused. Gabe
was sure to notice it. As she noticed his heart pounding against her palm in a
rhythm she found seductive.
She raised her gaze from the back of her hand. His mouth was aligned with
her own. She hadn’t realized how close in height they were. All she had to do
was…shift.
“This is the longest conversation we’ve had.” Her voice was husky; she
heard it, knew he would. He shifted, imperceptibly but she sensed it.
“Maybe this,” his voice was husky too, “is why.”
She thought she knew what he meant. The tension between them was
awareness.
“The day we met I wanted to get close enough to see what color your eyes
were. They’re gray. Like storm clouds. Perfect.”
Jenna could feel his breath on the flesh of her lips and her nipples
tightened.
“Mom!”
Finn’s shout was punctuated by his feet drumming down the stairs. Gabe brushed
his lips over the curve of her cheek, his eyes conveying amused regret, and
slipped out the back door, barely making a sound. Jenna grabbed the counter and
breathed. She needed to settle herself before her son found his way to the
kitchen.
What the hell?
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