Series: The Lowery Women #2
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Published by: Harlequin Superromance
Release Date: October 2017
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“You’ll always be my Hot Produce Guy. And I will always love you.”
Nora Lowery Bradford loves to plan – her lists have lists. But her plans go up in baby powder when her daughter announces she’s not only pregnant, but in love and about to get married to a young man named Michael! These kids are going to need her help. Michael’s father, Asher, is just as upset as Nora about the unexpected pregnancy, but for far different reasons. He’s trying to control what he can and protect his son. When Nora buys the coffee shop next door to his studio in Gallant Lake, they both learn that sometimes life has plans of its own.
She must have gotten chilled, or perhaps felt a burst of modesty, because she’d pulled his flannel shirt over her like a blanket and was curled up tightly under it. He stood over her, unable to put words to the emotions running through him.
Outside, the sun had finally lost its battle with the rain, which now beat steadily against the windows. Sunset was a few hours away, but shadows were already appearing in the corners of the room, currently lit only by the fireplace. For the first time ever, he wished he had more lights in this place instead of just a few cheap lamps with bare bulbs in them. He wished there were soft drapes at the windows, bringing color and warmth. He wished there was a big bed Nora could be nestled in, instead of sleeping there on his floor. He wished this was a home instead of a half-finished shell.
Before he could give that surprising revelation any more thought, Nora sighed and opened her eyes. She sat up, letting his shirt fall off one shoulder, and made room for him to sit with her. Damn, but she was beautiful.
He handed her the plate of crackers and cheese. “I don’t keep much food here, but there’s a pizza in the freezer we can heat up later. It’s not very fancy…”
Nora’s fingers pressed against his mouth, silencing him. Laughter danced in her eyes.
“Are you feeling nervous or something, sitting here almost naked with me and offering crackers and cheese?”
Oh, he was definitely feeling something.
“I like sitting here almost naked with you.” He ran his gaze up and down her body, taking a moment to appreciate her soft, pale skin and trembling smile. “But yeah, it’s a little…unexpected…to be here like this. With you. With anyone. Here. Now.”
He was devolving into single-word sentences again. He took a piece of cheese and ate it, just to shut himself up.
Series: The Lowery Women #3
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Published by: Harlequin® Superromance®
Release Date: June 2018
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He's looking to shoot to the top. She's looking to slow the hell down. When their paths cross, they have to reevaluate...everything.
Shane Brannigan is a hotshot sports agent on his way to the top. He wants that fancy corner office, if only to prove to his late father's memory that he was the "best". Melanie Lowery is a former supermodel looking to slow down her life and embrace her recovery from addiction. Gallant Lake seems like the perfect place to do just that. When Shane's teenage golf phenom client befriends Mel, they end up working together to guide her through the pitfalls of sudden fame. Along the way, Shane and Mel will have to reexamine their definitions of success before they can find their way to a lasting love.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Neither of them moved. His fingers slid to the side of her face and tucked a stray strand of silky hair behind her ear. Her nostrils flared when he ran a fingertip along the edge of that ear. So he did it again. His thumb rubbed across her lower lip, and her breathing hitched.
It was fascinating. He was watching his fingers move across her skin without any sensation of directing them. They just seemed to know what to do. His other hand skimmed up her arm and slid along the curve of that beautiful neck. He could smell her cologne, but it didn’t make him think about Nana anymore. This was Mel’s scent now, and he’d never get it out his head.
Shane wasn’t the possessive type. He’d never been a chest-thumper, proclaiming any woman “belonged” to him. Women came and went from his life, and none of them really left a ripple, except maybe in his wallet. But Mel, this woman, staring at him with those wide eyes, trembling just a little at his touch, barely breathing. This woman was going to leave a lot more than a ripple. He had no doubt that this woman might tear his life, and his heart, apart if he let her. And still…he wanted her. He wanted her to be his.
A furrow appeared between her brows.
“Shane…” His name was a whisper on her lips.
“Say that again.”
Her eyes darkened, and the furrow faded as a smile teased her lips. Her voice was stronger this time.
“Shane. What are we doing?”
“Damned if I know, but I’m not stopping unless you tell me to.”