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Teaser Tuesday!
Here's a little teaser from FOREVER AND ALWAYS, BOOK 1 IN THE SHOOTING STARS SERIES, which is due out late this summer.
Make sure to add FOREVER AND ALWAYS to your TBR on Goodreads!
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I said around a lump in my throat. “I forgive you for what happened. Okay? Let’s let it go and move on.” I tucked my arms around myself and focused on the dark road ahead of us. “Could you take me home?”
Beau slammed on the brakes, jerking me against the console as he swung the truck onto the shoulder. He flicked off the ignition, unbuckled his seat belt, and aimed himself in my direction.
“What’s not a good idea? Having dinner? Allowing me to explain what happened when you came to Savannah and the weeks and months before that day and after?” He swiped a thick shock of blond hair away from his eyes. “How can you forgive me when you don’t know what you’re forgiving me for? What if I don’t want your forgiveness? What if I don’t deserve it? What then?”
I must’ve looked like a fish the way my mouth was hanging open. “You don’t want me to forgive you?” I threw my arms open wide. “Then what’s the point of all this?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and groaned. “I’m not saying I don’t want your forgiveness. I’m just saying you owe it to me to listen to what I have to say.”
“Owe it to you? Where the hell do you come off—”
Two fingers pressed against my lips, silencing me.
Beau moved until he was just inches away, his eyes locked with mine. “You agreed to have dinner with me. I have reservations at a restaurant you’re going to love. Let me feed you. I’ll talk. You listen. Then you can pass judgment.”
And then the bastard promised me tiramisu. His eyebrows waggled, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
Unable to verbalize a response, I rolled my eyes.
He pulled his fingers away slowly.
“Tiramisu?”
“The best in all of West Virginia.”
I let him suffer while I pretended to mull it over.
“Okay, but I want a piece for Daddy.”
He grinned. “You can have an entire cake, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.”
He settled back behind the wheel, buckled his seat belt, and pressed the ignition.
“Right,” he said.
And then the sonofabitch winked.
Make sure to add FOREVER AND ALWAYS to your TBR on Goodreads!
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I said around a lump in my throat. “I forgive you for what happened. Okay? Let’s let it go and move on.” I tucked my arms around myself and focused on the dark road ahead of us. “Could you take me home?”
Beau slammed on the brakes, jerking me against the console as he swung the truck onto the shoulder. He flicked off the ignition, unbuckled his seat belt, and aimed himself in my direction.
“What’s not a good idea? Having dinner? Allowing me to explain what happened when you came to Savannah and the weeks and months before that day and after?” He swiped a thick shock of blond hair away from his eyes. “How can you forgive me when you don’t know what you’re forgiving me for? What if I don’t want your forgiveness? What if I don’t deserve it? What then?”
I must’ve looked like a fish the way my mouth was hanging open. “You don’t want me to forgive you?” I threw my arms open wide. “Then what’s the point of all this?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and groaned. “I’m not saying I don’t want your forgiveness. I’m just saying you owe it to me to listen to what I have to say.”
“Owe it to you? Where the hell do you come off—”
Two fingers pressed against my lips, silencing me.
Beau moved until he was just inches away, his eyes locked with mine. “You agreed to have dinner with me. I have reservations at a restaurant you’re going to love. Let me feed you. I’ll talk. You listen. Then you can pass judgment.”
And then the bastard promised me tiramisu. His eyebrows waggled, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
Unable to verbalize a response, I rolled my eyes.
He pulled his fingers away slowly.
“Tiramisu?”
“The best in all of West Virginia.”
I let him suffer while I pretended to mull it over.
“Okay, but I want a piece for Daddy.”
He grinned. “You can have an entire cake, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.”
He settled back behind the wheel, buckled his seat belt, and pressed the ignition.
“Right,” he said.
And then the sonofabitch winked.
