Sophie Redmond knew betrayal, she knew mistrust. She knew everything that was wrong with the world, until Damon Watson charmed his way into her life.
The rules she used to shield her heart were broken one by one, as Damon showed her compassion and kindness.
When no one else believes in her, he shows her hope. But is hope ever enough?
Damon knew trouble when he saw it. He was the sheriff. He could spot it a mile away and Sophie was trouble with a capital T. What was it about this City Slicker doctor that made him want to forget everything but those whiskey brown eyes and that honey blonde hair spilled against his naked chest.
Can Damon put the past behind him and choose to love again?
Reader Alert! Sophie thought sex was a game that could be controlled with rules, but add a playboy who knew every trick in the book, and she couldn’t help but throw her rule book away. Caution! Sophie and Damon tend to sizzle on the page as much as they do in bed, so take care to stock up on the ice!
To My Readers: This has been a very emotional story to write. It started out as being a story about Sophie and her journey into discovering herself but I wanted to dig deeper and ask what if she never had the love of her mother? My mum is half way across the world and when I am sad I miss her terribly. The interesting thing is we never got on growing up, because I was daddy’s girl but now she’s my mum. It’s amazing how you appreciate your parents after you become one. So I thought about Sophie’s journey and gave her many tests along the way. But it is Damon who is that sexy alpha hero that makes it all possible. I like a sexy alpha hero. I believe we all need them in our lives☺
His eyes were gray. No blue. No gray. Damn she couldn’t tell. His finger was travelling down her neck. Soft touches now. Down and down. She felt his finger graze the side of her breast. She took a deep, deep breath and then she bit down hard on her lip.
“I’m collecting on that rain check. We could use a night out.”
There was only one explanation for her reaction. Men like Damon were born with the gene. The fall-for-me or regret it forever gene. That was the only explanation. It certainly didn’t have anything to do with his bad-boy attitude, or the uniform although she always had a thing for a man in a uniform. But that was the old her. The less wise her. The her, who had let a man destroy her future.
“Damon, I know your type and I don’t want to play.”
His finger had it reached Nirvana and she was finding it hard to think of more reasons not to say yes. With his finger circling her nipple she could feel her blood racing, her breath slowing and heat pouring from every pore.
Liquid heat rushed out shamefully warning her he was dangerous. But his fingers wouldn’t stop and her nipples were highly sensitized. She could feel the ache and she wanted him to pull up her shirt and feel his hands on her naked skin. But she couldn’t ask for it.
“Your nipples tell a different story. They tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
Her mouth dried.
“Only if you ask me nicely.”
I have been writing all my life. Did I always think I’d be a writer, probably not? But one day I woke up and had a seed of an idea and the dream began. I love reading and I am a romantic at heart so it was natural for me to write romance. As a nurse I tried not to tell people about the characters in my head because that is frowned upon☺ But for me writing is what makes my heart sing and I love it.