Hollenbeck’s ready to start a new life as a free woman, and what better launching pad than a gorgeous Australian’s bed? Anonymity suits her just fine, but a girl’s gotta know whose name to scream.
One night turns into two, and suddenly fate seems to be conspiring to weaken their determination to keep it simple. Particularly when it turns out her new job is just down the road from the Thorn family station.
Caught between a family that’s falling apart and a woman he doesn’t know how to let go of, Miller struggles with trust issues when a secret from Kaycee’s past rears its ugly head.
A secret that could threaten the future they had told themselves they never wanted in the first place…
Enjoy the following excerpt for True Blue Love:
How easy it’d be to get used to her sharing his life.
Clearly, he was losing his mind to think about what was impossible. She was on holiday. And in the end the bloody world separated them. Besides, hard life lessons had taught him good things like Kaycee never panned out.
Best to focus on what had brought them together. Sex. The hottest sex of his life. Her arse that had his full attention now.
Her round arse peeked out from beneath the nightshirt she wore. Her cheeks couldn’t be contained in her panties.
Eh, a fine arse. Curvy thighs and hips. And breasts that made him want to squeeze his prick between them until his load erupted. Her nearness kept him hard. Half the time he felt like an uncontrollable stud stallion. The rest of the time he felt as if he were a teen again.
Bugger me .
Good things like Kaycee didn’t happen to him. He’d had another excellent day with her. As much as she’d wanted to stay in, he’d forced her out to see a couple of attractions Alice had to offer. She’d liked the botanical gardens, but hadn’t been too thrilled at the reptile center.
She was a wuss, though cute as bloody hell. Prissy too. He liked to watch her fuss with her hair. Straighten her clothes.
Slowly, his gaze roamed up her delectable body to take in the exposed skin on her back. Her sculpted shoulders.
What a bloody beauty she is.
When she met his gaze in the mirror, she blew him a kiss.
His chest caught in an ache he was beginning to get used to. This was one of those moments she made him feel young again.
“Is the water getting cold?”
“Not yet.”
After she washed and dried her face, she joined him at the tub. She sat on the edge at his back. “Lean up for me so I can wash your back.”
His semi-erect prick thickened, stiffening at the mere thought of her bathing him in such a way.
Still, only hesitantly did he do as she bid. His back held scars from his childhood. Countless times his father had laid his back open. The old man had a temper. At least when it’d come to him. There’d been no pleasing the man. Christ knew he’d worked his arse off trying.
Using a soapy rag, she lathered and scrubbed his shoulders before moving down his back.
On a groan, his head dropped forward. She took the opportunity to clean the back of his neck. She was thorough in her attention. If he’d been standing, her continued touch would have brought him to his knees.
How was she able to make him feel so weak? So bloody good? What about her made him want to bare his soul? He trembled with a vulnerability he’d never understand.
She scrubbed, then rinsed twice from his neck to arse.
At the feel of her lips on his back, he tensed and gripped the edge of the tub. His other hand fisted.
Oh, fuck.
“I’m sorry for the times you were hurt.” More passes of her lips lingered on his back. “I first noticed these scars while you talked on the phone to your brother.” More kisses trailed along his skin. “I won’t ask, but know I’m sorry.”
He groaned.
Oh, fuck.
She pushed what little control he had. She now kissed the scars his father had put on his back. Too many times to count, his father had laid the metal end of a belt or a razor strap into him.
“Hmm,
One night turns into two, and suddenly fate seems to be conspiring to weaken their determination to keep it simple. Particularly when it turns out her new job is just down the road from the Thorn family station.
Caught between a family that’s falling apart and a woman he doesn’t know how to let go of, Miller struggles with trust issues when a secret from Kaycee’s past rears its ugly head.
A secret that could threaten the future they had told themselves they never wanted in the first place…
Enjoy the following excerpt for True Blue Love:
How easy it’d be to get used to her sharing his life.
Clearly, he was losing his mind to think about what was impossible. She was on holiday. And in the end the bloody world separated them. Besides, hard life lessons had taught him good things like Kaycee never panned out.
Best to focus on what had brought them together. Sex. The hottest sex of his life. Her arse that had his full attention now.
Her round arse peeked out from beneath the nightshirt she wore. Her cheeks couldn’t be contained in her panties.
Eh, a fine arse. Curvy thighs and hips. And breasts that made him want to squeeze his prick between them until his load erupted. Her nearness kept him hard. Half the time he felt like an uncontrollable stud stallion. The rest of the time he felt as if he were a teen again.
Bugger me .
Good things like Kaycee didn’t happen to him. He’d had another excellent day with her. As much as she’d wanted to stay in, he’d forced her out to see a couple of attractions Alice had to offer. She’d liked the botanical gardens, but hadn’t been too thrilled at the reptile center.
She was a wuss, though cute as bloody hell. Prissy too. He liked to watch her fuss with her hair. Straighten her clothes.
Slowly, his gaze roamed up her delectable body to take in the exposed skin on her back. Her sculpted shoulders.
What a bloody beauty she is.
When she met his gaze in the mirror, she blew him a kiss.
His chest caught in an ache he was beginning to get used to. This was one of those moments she made him feel young again.
“Is the water getting cold?”
“Not yet.”
After she washed and dried her face, she joined him at the tub. She sat on the edge at his back. “Lean up for me so I can wash your back.”
His semi-erect prick thickened, stiffening at the mere thought of her bathing him in such a way.
Still, only hesitantly did he do as she bid. His back held scars from his childhood. Countless times his father had laid his back open. The old man had a temper. At least when it’d come to him. There’d been no pleasing the man. Christ knew he’d worked his arse off trying.
Using a soapy rag, she lathered and scrubbed his shoulders before moving down his back.
On a groan, his head dropped forward. She took the opportunity to clean the back of his neck. She was thorough in her attention. If he’d been standing, her continued touch would have brought him to his knees.
How was she able to make him feel so weak? So bloody good? What about her made him want to bare his soul? He trembled with a vulnerability he’d never understand.
She scrubbed, then rinsed twice from his neck to arse.
At the feel of her lips on his back, he tensed and gripped the edge of the tub. His other hand fisted.
Oh, fuck.
“I’m sorry for the times you were hurt.” More passes of her lips lingered on his back. “I first noticed these scars while you talked on the phone to your brother.” More kisses trailed along his skin. “I won’t ask, but know I’m sorry.”
He groaned.
Oh, fuck.
She pushed what little control he had. She now kissed the scars his father had put on his back. Too many times to count, his father had laid the metal end of a belt or a razor strap into him.
“Hmm,
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