By Brenda Jackson
For Erica Sanders, discovering a soul mate used to be the straightforward half. Brian Lawson is the guy she wishes, and everybody consents they're the appropriate couple. Almost every person. the single exception is Erica's mom, Karen, who prefers her daughter marry one other guy. Karen even hires a personal detective to enquire Brian, however the fact he uncovers is the very last thing she expected—a devastating betrayal that rips either households apart.
Convinced that her courting cannot be salvaged, Erica ends her engagement. but she has lingering doubts over her determination, particularly as soon as Brian's appealing unmarried neighbor starts off pursuing him. an opportunity assembly proves that the fervour among Brian and Erica hasn't dimmed—but neither has the decision of others to maintain them aside, or the stunning lengths Karen will visit which will undermine her daughter's relationship.
As secrets and techniques outdated and new are printed, Erica and Brian locate themselves stuck among the bonds of the prior and an doubtful destiny, each one making painful discoveries approximately who to think and belief. Masterfully advised and laced with the sensuality and drama that Brenda Jackson does top, this can be an unforgettable tale of relationships at their most intricate, and the way challenging it may be to choose from residing separate lives—or conserving quickly whilst love hangs by means of a silken thread….
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The next minutes consisted of seduction in its most sensuous form, both sweet and raw, and by the time his mouth settled between her legs, using his tongue to excite her even more, to make her squirm in sensual need beneath his mouth, something inside of him nearly broke. Being here with her, loving her this way was the reason he had nearly driven himself crazy reworking his schedule to make it here before the weekend. The flight had been torturous. All he could think about was what he would do to her when he saw her, how her body would react while he made love to her.
He chuckled. “I went this morning but almost forgot to do so this evening. ” April nodded and glanced down at the Saint Bernard on the leash. Fluffy had returned to her side and was staring over at Pebbles as if the dog was definitely an object of interest. Didn’t big and little dogs usually get into barking matches? Surprisingly, the two seemed to like each other. April returned her gaze to Griffin and then wished she hadn’t. He was dressed casually, as if he’d been out on a date. She didn’t want to think of him with another woman; in fact over the years she’d done a pretty good job of not thinking of him at all.
His chest tightened. She was so damn gorgeous that when he looked at her he couldn’t think straight, and a fierce, primitive need rumbled through him. He felt himself take his first steps toward her at the same time she kicked the door closed with her sandaled foot and moved toward him. The moment she was within arm’s length he reached out for her, mumbled from deep in his throat, “Welcome home, sweetheart,” just seconds before he captured her mouth beneath his. He felt her immediate response as she automatically plastered her body to his as if she had every right to do so.