Not All Scars Heal
For Donovan Pate, the lake
town of Evergreen Cove is a minefield of tough memories-including the day he
had to let go of Sofie Martin. Years later he still can't forget the taste of
her lips and the feel of her killer curves. He knows he's too damaged, that he
should stay away for her own good. But what the head says and the heart wants
are two very different things . . . Seven years ago, Donovan broke Sofie's
heart. Now her career depends on playing nice in order to pull off the charity
fund-raiser of the decade. She vows to keep things professional . . . yet
working by his side every day doesn't make it easy to fight temptation, and it
isn't long before she finds herself falling for this bad boy all over again.
But loving Donovan means helping him face his past-so they can fight for a
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Her soft touch landed on Donovan’s arm, and the anger
shuddering inside him shifted into an ache. She stepped closer, the warmth between
them radiating enough heat to set him on fire. But like the fireplaces he
built, he could handle it. He could handle the heat from her, not because he
was impervious, but because he was strong enough to soak her in and not burn to
ash.
She turned his arm where paint was drying. She swiped at
it with her sleeve. “I made a mess.”
He’d forgotten about the paint. “Don’t… I can… There is a
shower in the…” He lost his train of thought when she turned those emerald green
eyes up to him. He watched her delicate throat work as she swallowed. His eyes
traveled up her neck and landed on her mouth. Needing her mouth, he lowered his
face, watched her eyes grow dark and wide, watched her lift her chin to meet
him.
Heat. He wanted more. If only to test his own strength.
He moved his lips gently against hers, but resisted
holding her to him. She held onto him though, grasping his forearms with both
hands, her fingers wrapped around his elbows. Pressing her body against his,
pressing her tits against his ribs.
Hell, sounded like an invitation to him. Deepening their connection, he thrust his tongue
into her mouth, reached around, and grabbed her ass with both palms. When he squeezed,
she sucked in a breath.
“Told you,” he rumbled.
“Told me?”
“Not a complaint, Scampi.” He squeezed again. “Perfect.”
A choked laugh left her throat. “Big.”
Still moving his hands over her backside, he said, “First
thing I noticed about you at the Wharf.” He’d been plating up a chicken
scaloppini when the manager walked in to show around a few new servers. Two he
couldn’t remember, and Sofie. Bent over the plate, he’d peeked between the
metal shelves framing that perfect ass. He’d stood to get a better look, and
she’d pegged him with those moss-greens.
“Second thing I noticed was your eyes.”
Her lips parted slightly. “And the third thing?”
He kissed her. She tasted incredible. “The first time you
talked to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “And what did I say?”
She didn’t think he remembered. She was wrong. “‘Can I
get a side of cock?’”
Laughing, she shook her head.
He smiled back at her, unable to help himself. “Then you
cleared your throat and said, ‘cocktail sauce’.”
Shaking her head, she said, “Worst abbreviation ever.”
“Kitchen guys are immature.”
She blinked up at him, studying him, like she was trying
to piece him together. He didn't want her to. Once she pieced him together and
had the whole picture, she wouldn’t like what she saw.
He kissed her again, keeping his hands on her body.
“Are you testing my boundaries?” she asked, her tone
teasing. He recognized that comment from the night he rescued her from Torsett.
“Mine,” he corrected.
Sofie bit her lip. “I don’t date much.”
“Me either.” At all, actually.
She shook her head, more in thought than in argument. “I
don’t think I have any boundaries with you.”
He was beginning to think he had none with her, either.
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I hate it, I love it; it was so full of angst and drama and emotion. Donovan was such an ass at first, but as you get to know his character you understand him and you understand why he is that way. Sofie is such a sweetheart with a great personality.
As these two have to work together, feelings get rekindled and seeing them come together again is just wow. I really enjoyed this story, the compelling storytelling really makes you as a reader feel invested in these characters.
Rating 5 out of 5
Read@Book
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A former job-hopper,
Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a
degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When
she's not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing,
drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God
gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life
you want.
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