I know I've kept you waiting long enough, but here finally is the trailer for A Summer's Hope, which will be released in e and print in just eight days! And as a bonus I'm giving all my bloggets the first taste. Enjoy!!!
Briar has spent half her life upholding the family business. As another summer rolls around, it looks like her luck is running dry and she’s dangerously close to losing the only thing that matters, Hanna’s Inn, her late mother’s bed and breakfast. Amidst deep financial difficulty, a shaky relationship with her estranged father, and a non-existent social life, hope is all she has left.
Enter Cole, a new guest at Hanna’s. Fresh from the turmoil of a bitter divorce and haunted by his mistakes, he’s desperate for escape. In a matter of weeks he captures the lonely innkeeper’s heart and together they discover a passion as hot as the southern sun and as unstoppable as the bay tide.
Do they dare trust this wellspring of hope they’ve found in each other’s arms?
He watched her for a moment, his eyes reflecting all the pain she felt. When he reached for her, his fingertips brushed over her hair.
She looked at him, surprise fluttering past the sadness. His eyes were so tender, so sympathetic. She wanted to dive right in and wallow in them.
She turned away and moved out of his reach. She couldn’t be weak. She refused to be. She’d mourned enough for what she’d lost all those years ago. It wasn’t about to happen again. Not when everything was at stake. “I thought you were going out with Adrian tonight.”
He dropped his hand. “She couldn’t find anyone to watch Kyle.”
She nodded shortly, staring at the horizon behind the western shore. “She’s been mistreated before. It ate at her for a long, long time but she came through in the end.” She turned her gaze back on him. “If you hurt her like he did, if Olivia doesn’t cut out your heart, I will. But pray she does it because I’ll use a spoon.”
Shocked, he stared at her for a long moment. Then he let out a breath. “We’re just friends.”
“You don’t have to lie—”
“I’m serious. She knows it and I know it. We were friends before and we are again now.”
“But you’ve been on two dates….”
“They weren’t dates. When we’re not talking about old times, all I ever talk about is…”
She waited as he hesitated then looked away. “What?” she asked curiously.
He slowly brought his eyes back to hers. Dragging in a bracing breath, he brushed a nervous hand through his hair. “All I ever talk about when I’m with her is you, Briar.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
“Yeah. You.” He looked away again. “I’m not interested in Adrian. The only one who intrigues me around here, who pulls me in, is you.”
Now she was really having trouble breathing. “Are you sure?”
He laughed at her stunned expression and took a step forward. “Pretty sure. I can’t get you out of my head. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. When I’m sleeping, I’m dreaming about you. You’re always there. I can’t get you out.” He closed the distance between them, lifting a hand to her hair again. This time he brushed it through. “I don’t want to get you out.”
She gulped hard. “I-I can’t get a breath.”
“Me, either,” he admitted, laughing at both of them. “This has never happened to me before. I’ve never felt this drawn to anyone. There’s something about you, Briar, and every time I’m with you I try harder and harder to find out what. I’ll be damned if I don’t find out.”
He so perfectly described what happened to her when she was with him, it froze her. She gripped his shirt when he rubbed his lips over hers, softly, so softly. Just enough to make her pulse scramble. Her breath shuddered out. “Cole…”
“Don’t,” he whispered against her lips. Her heart thundered in her ears as he brushed his fingertips over her shoulders, down her back until he was holding her in his arms. “I just want a taste of you. Just one taste…”
When his lips covered hers fully, she felt her world tip off axis and fall right off the edge of the universe. Stunned, she swayed back against the rail. His hands rose to her face, fingers spreading over her cheeks.
Her lips parted under their own will. Something exploded inside her, a rocket of flame that shot from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. His tongue stroked hers ever so slightly and she quivered, breath whooshing out in surprise. It terrified her.
When he backed away slightly, she used her grip on his shirt to pull him back to her. “Oh, Cole, don’t stop.” Mindlessly, she dragged his mouth back to hers, praying the fluttering, weakening, heating sensation in her joints would never fade, praying she would always feel just like this. Weak.
*Check back this weekend for more tasters and be sure to stop by The Roses of Prose next Monday for my birthday giveaway :)