Cole has been Lizzy’s best friend from the moment he found her crying in the woods two weeks before her tenth birthday. Growing up without a father, Lizzy was raised by her alcoholic and drug-addicted mother. Being branded as the town whore's daughter, she had one bright spot in her dark world: Cole. He was the one constant in her life, the only person she trusted would never let her down.
He’s her savior, her protector…and the secret love of her life.
Now, sixteen years later, they both live successful lives in Boston. But while Lizzy still harbors hope that one day Cole will come around and see what’s right in front of his eyes, Cole enjoys his bachelor lifestyle with no intentions of slowing down.
It’s time for Lizzy to move on.
Cole has been in love with Lizzy since he can remember. Those gorgeous but sad green eyes of hers have held him captive since he was twelve years old.
But she is too pure, too perfect, too innocent for him and his lustful and promiscuous thoughts.
He has promised himself he won’t touch her.
That is, until he doesn’t have a choice but to claim her as his or lose her forever.
Is it possible for them to have what both their hearts desire or will the cruelty of life keep them apart?
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EXCERPT
When Lizzy opened her door my jaw fell to the floor.
Holy hell, she was sexy.
I had never seen her in a dress. Well, that wasn’t true. As a child, she wore dresses all the time. I had seen her in sexy get-ups when we went out clubbing, but she always wore jeans, sexy jeans, but still jeans, paired with a tight top.
This was something else.
Her dress was all black. It had no sleeves, so it showed off her sexy arms and shoulders, but had something like a turtleneck that wasn’t a turtleneck. It looked hot as hell. And it was short. Extremely short. I hoped to God that it covered her ass. It was clingy in all the right places and left nothing to the imagination.
It took me a second to recover from that view. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the body that was now mine to explore. My dick twitched in my pants in anticipation, impatient.
Yeah, buddy, I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.
But I had told myself that I would not have sex with her until she was absolutely sure she could trust me with her body. When I took her for the first time, I wanted all of her. Holding nothing back. Having no doubts.
Looking at her now, I could tell I was going to take a cold shower tonight. A very long, very cold shower, or maybe a hot one where I would jerk myself off again and again thinking about her in that dress.
My dick was straining against my fly. I took a deep breath to rein him in as my eyes travelled up her body to meet her dancing ones.
“You done?” she asked me teasingly, her eyebrows raised.
“Nope,” I said and let my eyes wander again. That made her laugh out loud. A grin spread across my face. I had it back. Her laugh. My laugh.
She stepped back from the door to invite me inside, but I shook my head.
“No, baby. Right now, I want to rip that dress off of your hot body so I can explore every inch of you. I don’t trust myself enough to not ravage you, so you need to come out here where you’re relatively safe.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, grabbed her purse from the little table by the door, then turned around to pull the door closed and locked up. At the sight presented to me when she turned, I groaned. And my dick stood at full attention.
Her back was completely bare.
Naked skin from shoulder to just above her ass.
No bra.
My hands had a mind of their own when they gripped her hips and squeezed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose, trying to tamp down my instant arousal.
Jesus! I had never been this turned on by a dress. Or anything for that matter.
She was going to be my undoing.
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I have been writing stories in my head since I can remember. Much to my teachers’ dismay, given the task of writing a short essay I would always come back with way too long and detailed stories. Many discussions (I have always been somewhat of a smart-aleck) and bad grades were the result, so that for most of my life I thought I couldn’t write worth a damn and pursued other careers. But the dream of being an author wouldn’t be ignored and kept lingering. With a little help from my fantastic husband, who gave me the necessary kick in the behind, I was finally brave enough to start writing my first novel and finished it only a few short weeks later—well, the first draft, that is. But the seal was broken and since then I have enjoyed given myself over to my stories and making them come to live.
My novels jump genres and touch on all kinds of different topics, but the things I try to focus on no matter what are romance, strong women, and a good sense of humor.
Now, when I’m not in my writing cave, spinning the tales that have been prodding me or editing (yes, I am also a professional editor, guess that degree in Literature and Linguistics turned out to be useful after all!), I enjoy reading, drinking coffee, eating good food, and listening to rock music.
I have lived in Germany (Lower Saxony to be exact, the rainy-winter and super-humid-summer part), Virginia, and Colorado (where I fell in love with Boulder and the Rocky Mountains). My current home is Southern Alberta, Canada, where I live close enough to the Rockies with my husband and chocolate lab to enjoy the beauty and excitement that is mountain living.
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