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Sometimes life’s most simple melodies become songs of love.
Pippa Sanders’ life is filled with songs of leaving, longing and loneliness. Since the death of her husband, her children have been her world. She’ll do anything to protect them, including encasing her heart in ice until they’re college age. She’s made a practice of shying away from any relationship that could break her heart when it ends. And it’s worked so far.
Clay Mathers has made a temporary move to Granite Pointe, Massachusetts to help with his mother’s Christmas tree farm while she recovers from a stroke. Although his long-range plans don’t include staying in the small town, a little female companionship during his short residency would be welcome. While on duty as sentry against protestors at a military funeral, he finds Pippa visiting her husband’s grave, and begins a campaign to make her into a friend–with benefits.
What starts as a simple affair evolves to something more, something that changes the soundtracks of both their lives…the beating of two hearts in harmony.
CONTENT WARNING: Contains strong language, hot sex and a spicy hero.
80,779 Words
222 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014
She looked up at the face of the man standing before her. A small, reassuring smile flitted across full lips, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of white teeth. She got a fast glimpse of vivid green eyes and thick, lustrous, dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail before the newcomer shoved her behind him. . . Even from her restricted vantage point behind the big man, Pip saw muscles bulging and rippling beneath his snug fitting t-shirt.
It had been ages since she'd been interested in a man. Now this foul-mouthed stranger had held her hand briefly, and left her tingling all over. . .Who was this guy? Her next thought when she slid behind the wheel was and when will I run into him again?
She'd told Sarah to expect her grief to function like a Jack-in-the-Box. Daily or weekly, maybe a year down the road, the spring would wind tightly enough to force the pain out, startling in its intensity. It had been weeks since the puppet last jumped out for her. . . Since she'd met Clay.
In his forty years, including a career in the military and continued association with the super-secret three-letter government agencies he consulted for, he'd met many interesting people, both men and women. But he's never spent the darkest hours between dusk and dawn picturing any of them without their clothes.