her his heart, but can he give her the truth?
death. David’s not sure what to believe, but he knows he can’t let Dana blame him forever. Especially since she insists her father was an innocent man. But when Dana’s life is threatened, he realizes that he might not have uncovered the whole story. And that now, older and wiser, he just might be the only one who can uncover the truth.
one I like the heroines in my stories to be beautiful, feisty, independent and headstrong. And the heroes must be strong but possess a generous amount of sensitivity. They are of course, also gorgeous! My stories typically incorporate the family background of the characters to better understand where they come from and who they are when we meet them in the story.
The next minute the band started playing a slow dance and before she could move, David was standing in front of her. He held out his hand, a challenge in his eyes. “Dance?”
A quiver slid along her spine. Damn it to hell – why did his voice always have the same effect on her?
She wanted to refuse, wanted to turn around and flee as far away as possible from this party, but then she looked up and saw the knowing look in David’s eyes. He knew, damn it. He knew exactly how uncomfortable he made her, he knew she didn’t want him touching her.
Steeling herself against the onslaught on her senses she knew was coming, she lifted her chin and placed her hand in his. He smiled, closed his hand around hers and bringing their clasped hands up, let her twirl before he pulled her close.
And then, as she’d known would happen, sensation after sensation flooded her body – delicious shivers glided down her back, blood rushed through her veins, her heartbeat quickened, goose bumps covered her arms.
His nearness was overwhelming and did something to her, as she had discovered not so long ago when she’d danced with him during Caitlin and Don’s wedding.
David, like his three brothers, was tall, dark, and breathtakingly handsome. And like any other red-blooded female out there, she noticed and enjoyed looking at them.
But ever since she’d laid eyes on him for the first time, he’d managed to rub her the wrong way. Oh hell, not rub, she had to think of another word. Rub had connotations of bodies close to one another, of intimacy, and just thinking of her body close to David’s …
Top Ten List – Favorite things
Wine – dry Rosé
10 things about myself
I’m a Gemini – hubby says there are two of me
I’m very impatient
I love to cook
I count everything I see in twos
I’m not really a people person (took me a long time to figure this out)
I only read books with happy endings
I only watch films with happy endings
I like new technology
I tend to exaggerate (my kids would add – a lot)