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Franny Thompson has owned a bed and breakfast in Lindsey Point for the last five years, ever since a family tragedy left her broken. Running The Hideaway has been good therapy, but this thirty-year old doesn’t have the slightest idea about dating, fashion, or men. When a lonely soldier comes to town in need of a place to live, she offers him an empty room to rent, never dreaming he’s about to change her world.
Heath Garrick has spent the last 17 years as an active duty solider, but when he retires from the Army, he finds himself plagued by PTSD and no place to call home, until he moves to Lindsey Point and Franny offers him a room. Franny is quirky and naive, everything he’s never wanted in a woman – and everything he might just need.
As Franny and Heath find comfort in each other’s friendship, a powerful attraction develops. But when a national magazine chooses The Hideaway for a makeover, they are thrust into the spotlight. For Franny, it’s a dream come true. For Heath, it’s the worst kind of trouble. Can two lonely souls help each other find love and hope again, or are some battle scars too deep ever to heal?
Excerpt:
Her
lips opened to his, and streaks of pleasure moved through her. A sound
halfway between a cry and a gasp broke from her throat, and Heath
smiled against her mouth. He cupped
his palms against her backside and held her in place, until she could
feel him grow hard and hot against her. His hips began to move in slow
circles and she responded without thinking. I
want him. I want this. Around them, the candles flickered on the walls.
“You’re an amazing woman,” he whispered. He moved his mouth to her
neck, his breath hot against her skin. She raised her hands to the back
of his neck, stroking the short,
soft hair there and then daring to let her hands fall lower until they
rested on his ass. Everything
in her caught fire, from the tips of her ears to her toes digging into the floor.
Finally he raised his head and ran one thumb down her cheek. “Damn, but I like spending time with you.”
“I like spending time with you too.”
He dropped a long, wicked gaze down to her toes and back up. “But as
much as I’d like to stay here and continue this, I think maybe we should
take things slow.” He kissed
her again. “I’m a broken mess of a man, Franny.”
“You’re not.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Stop saying that.”
“I’m not sure how much I can give you.”
“I’m not asking you to give me anything.” Truly, she wasn’t.
Conversation, companionship, maybe a few more of those luscious kisses,
and she’d be happy.
“You’re too good,” he said. He squeezed her fingers. “Too good for a
guy like me.” He took a step back and then winked. “Of course, sometimes
a good girl needs a bad boy in her life.” He rubbed the back of his head
and grinned. “What do you say? Want to give this bad boy a chance?”
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