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Anna reached out and took his hand. And there, in the darkened room, he watched both his son and his wife sleep. And nothing ever felt this good in his life.
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Next up in the series is A Little Harmless Pleasure! Cynthia finds love with Chris Dupree. Turn the page to read the first chapter. —>
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She’s a woman at the crossroads of her life.
Cynthia Myersknows she’s being dramatic, but her life is kind of a mess. She dumped her fiancé and her father disowned her. Still, she has never been so happy in her life. Or, at least she thinks she is. That is, until that ex-fiancé gets married and introduces her to a man who turns her world upside down.
He’s given up on love.
Chris Dupree’slast relationship crashed and burned over a year ago. It left him scarred and wary, unable to even think of dating. That is, until he comes face to face with the sweetest Georgia magnolia he has ever met. A little too much champagne, and a whole lotta flirting, lead to a night of neither of them will ever forget.
A chance for a new life.
A surprise inheritance has Cynthia making her way to Hawaii and to the man who changed her life. They seem to pick up right where they left off, but soon it’s apparent that Chris needs something more. Losing him is out of the question, but can she give him what he needs while being true to her new self?
»WARNING: The following book contains: Lots of sex, of course; propositions from a drunken woman, hot phone sex, southern accents, Hawaiian scenery, and OH MY, a hero who will send tingles all the way to your toes, along with other various body parts. A glass of ice-cold water for refreshment is recommended while reading.
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CHAPTER ONE
Cynthia dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears and studied her reflection in the mirror. Pale, underweight, boring. Releasing a sigh, she ordered herself to ignore her inner critic. She reached into her makeup bag and pulled out the pale pink lip gloss, wishing for once she’d gone for the red lipstick she wanted so badly. Again, as she’d done over the past few weeks, she squashed the need to rebel against her upbringing. A Myers woman didn’t wear trashy clothes or outlandish makeup. She dressed conservatively, spoke softly, and was probably the dullest person on the face of the earth.
She jumped when a loud rap at her bathroom door brought her out of her thoughts.
“Cynthia.”
Anger resonated from her father’s voice, penetrating the bathroom door. He never had a soft voice, but since she’d called off her wedding to Max Chandler, her father had been beyond angry. She cringed thinking about all the arguments they had. Well, not really arguments. More like him shouting at her and as usual, Cynthia just took it. Cynthia drew in a deep breath, trying her best to calm her nerves.
“I want to talk to you right now about this nonsense.”
She swallowed and looked at herself again. If possible, her face paled even more. Getting past the panic that had her stomach flip-flopping, she screwed up her courage and turned to open the door.
At the age of sixty-five, her father was still considered a handsome man. In excellent shape, with more money than he knew what to do with, he could charm just about any woman into bed, and had on occasion. Her parents had an understanding in their marriage Cynthia couldn’t fathom. Her mother had fallen for his good looks and his family background, but Cynthia had witnessed this side of him too often to be charmed. Anger reddened his face and caused his eyes to bulge. His lips turned down in a frown that could scare a gator.
“Cynthia Louisa Myers, I want to know just what the hell you think you’re doing.”
The urge to slam the door in his face came and went without it ever showing on her face. She’d spent years learning how to hide true emotions. It had consequences. Most of the time, she felt numb. It wasn’t until she broke up with Max that she started feeling something again. Unfortunately, her ulcer, which her doctor had just informed her about, started to churn in her stomach.
“I’m getting ready to go to Max and Anna’s wedding.”
There, that was brave. She could handle this. She could do what she wanted without fear. Or without showing it.
“I will not have it.” Her father leaned forward, trying to intimidate her with his size. She wasn’t a short woman, but she was small compared to him—at least in size.
“I’ve said this before. I don’t want you to have any contact with Max and his slut.”
Anger pulsed through her. Another shard of pain radiated from her stomach. “I told you not to call her that. And I don’t care what you say. They both went out of their way to make sure I knew they wanted me there.” And after the way she had almost caused them to break up, Cynthia thought she owed them for their kindness.
Her father’s mouth opened and closed, twice. His face flushed an even brighter shade of red. “Young lady, you will do what I say, or—”
“Or what, Father?” Her voice had gone soft. No matter how many times she went through this, no matter how old she was, she reacted like a child when her father confronted her. She hated that she wasn’t strong enough to yell back. Hated that even now she wanted to curl herself into a ball and cry.
