JANA RICHARDS (Cont.)
VOODOO DREAMS
BLURB
Harper Lindquist is convinced she‘s found the answer
to her financial prayers. Unless she pours cash into
crumbling Solace Lake Lodge, she‘ll lose her family‘s legacy.
Her would-be savior arrives in the middle of a Minnesota
blizzard and she‘s determined to prove to her reluctant,
and trapped, financier the lodge is a sound investment.
But Harper isn‘t completely honest with him. And
she has no idea the lake is hiding secrets of its own.
Ethan James is a liar, but his money is very real. He
isn‘t convinced a broken-down inn is a smart investment
opportunity. But the more he understands Harper‘s
dreams and desires, the more he wants to be the man to
make them come true. The trauma in both their pasts
means neither can fully trust the other. They must find
the courage to love, to trust, and to accept, or yesterday‘s
sorrows will keep them apart.
***** The TBR Pile by Christine K.: ―Where the
hell has this author been and why haven‘t I read her before?
This book is fantastic!‖
EXCERPT
I’m in love with him.
The thought blasted through her brain with the
force of a tsunami. The tension of the last few weeks
slipped easily from her shoulders. For the first time, her
mind was clear. She was in love with Ethan and she didn‘t
want to wait anymore. She wanted him to be her
first, her last.
Finding courage she didn‘t know she possessed,
Harper slid off the stool and walked around the island.
She plucked the wine glass from his hand, then placed
his hand on her breast. ―Make love with me, Ethan.‖
A fire lit in his eyes, telling her he wanted her, too.
But there was a question there, a hesitation. ―Are you
sure?‖
She‘d never been more sure of anything. ―Yes.‖
―Harper—‖
―Shhh.‖ She placed one finger over his lips, then
stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Ethan‘s reaction was lightning swift. He wrapped
his arms around her and brought her close, his mouth
descending on hers in a wild, warm kiss. Their tongues
tangled, slid over each other. She‘d missed his touch, his
taste. She moaned, and in the sound she heard thirtytwo
years of longing.
For this. For him.
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