try some place new. Maybe a place with music for dancing or a winery for a
try. Do it with your lover and make a new memory.
from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last
conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another
woman. Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces
the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.
is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting
and untrusting Sylvia.
make her believe in love again?
knock sounded on the window beside her and she jumped. Her head swiveled around
and she stared at the man looking at her through the window.
Wilshire’s handsome face could make any woman melt with desire. With it so
close to hers—the glass being the only thing separating them—a rush of
adrenaline swept into her system. She leaned sideways in her seat and knocked
her hand against the steering wheel. The horn beeped and she muttered,
“Damn it, Knox, why did you…”
sound of his laughter sent anger flooding through her, the muscles in her arms
tightening with the need to strike out. She lowered the phone and clicked the
disconnect button in retaliation to his attempt to manipulate her.
opened the driver’s side door and cold air rushed into the car. “Hey,
beautiful, are you heading inside?”
is this? Are you guys ganging up on me?” Sylvia ignored the man beside her
and glanced in the rear view mirror, checking to make sure her tears hadn’t
caused any lasting effect.
warm hand landed on her shoulder and Vince toyed with her hair. “Not at
all, I like the idea of entering the building with a gorgeous woman on my
she protested and stuffed her phone into her purse before turning to stare into
his bedroom-brown eyes. The spark in their depths had her reevaluating her
impression of the man. Yes, he had the face and body to rival every other
Casanova in the world, but he also had a sense of humor. That alone sent a
shiver of awareness through her.
fought the desire gathering in her stomach and waved her hand at him so he’d
move out of the way, letting her exit the car. “Did Knox make you wait out
here in the parking lot to make sure I would come inside?”
grinned and held her door open while she stepped onto the asphalt. His gaze
fell to her legs.
stared at her new, high-heel, red pumps and silently prayed she wouldn’t land
face first in the dirt when she tried to walk across the pitted parking lot in
“Man, are you ever hot.”
ignored the comment and didn’t turn until she heard the car door slamming
closed. “And there’s not a woman you’ve ever met you haven’t wanted.”
and loved to escape into the world of books.
After years of working in the business world doing a variety of jobs, she
decided to try her hand at writing. Her books touch the heart and show the true
joy of being a woman.
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