Grace has given up on romance, on almost everything, since Rick Fleming betrayed her faith in him five years ago. Given her constant struggle with bad luck (her friend Murphy), being insanely accident-prone, and having been the target of endless ridicule growing up, she has no reason to trust anyone.Rick made some mistakes as a boy, and as a young man, his worst was hurting Grace Evans. His heart still belongs to her, even if she doesn’t know it. Unfortunately, in the last confrontation between them, she demanded he never speak to her again.
Now, Grace’s best friend (and Rick’s sister) Hannah has invited her to a ten-day summer work-vacation to babysit Hannah’s teen cousins. A palatial cabin, a patio boat on the lake, and all the comforts of the rich and famous at their fingertips? A vacation made in heaven.
At least until they arrive and Grace finds Rick there. And neither can leave. Rick’s car is in pieces in the garage, and Grace forgot her driver’s license at home.
How will Grace survive it? Can she find a way to forgive? Can Rick learn to take
responsibility for his past mistakes? And even if they succeed, what will they do when Rick’s most recent wantabe girlfriend shows up on their doorstep, determined to make Rick hers?
Susan was born and raised a Southern California girl but is grateful to have lived on the Oregon coast and in the Rocky Mountains of northern Utah. She’s now enjoying living with her husband in the incomparable beauty of the Redwood forest, nestled against the rugged coast of Northern California.Susan raised a tribe of children, making ends meet as a registered nurse and lactation consultant, and now her tribe members have tribes of their own and she doesn’t get to see enough of them. She loves to travel and is thrilled with a good movie or a great book, but writing is her passion. She writes almost anything, especially epic fantasy and romance.
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His arms neared her and paralyzed her like a
mouse. Gently, they enveloped her and pulled her against him. Kind. Comforting.
Strong.
The tears came again, painful and hot, and she
wept into his chest, not with pain alone but also with relief. For those few
moments, he held her up, letting her share his strength, giving her time to get
her legs under her again.
When he finally let go, he stepped into the
bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues. She mobbed her face and blew her
nose, certain she looked like a train wreck. Then she saw the mess she left on
Rick’s shirt and winced. Even worse, she tried to dry it for him and succeeded
in making the same mess she had of Mario’s napkins.
“It’s okay,” he said, chuckling, and pressing
her hand against his chest to stop her. “I won’t melt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He was so close, leaning over her. His gaze
traveled over her face from her eyes to her nose to her mouth. They settled
there long enough to send trails of heat up her face. When they sought her gaze
again, they were filled with admiration.
He touched her cheek, removing a wisp of
tissue as his excuse, but letting his fingertips linger. He lifted her chin,
and for a long, breathless, terrifying moment, Grace thought he might kiss her.
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