Book Blurb:
Dangerous secrets from the past. A father disgraced. A broken engagement—broken hearts, and a family in peril. The worst flood in one hundred years is threatening Majesta Landing near Huntsville, Alabama. Mayor Kody Raines and photographer Larke Scott are thrown together, and she makes a shocking confession—they have a daughter! Does she know more than she’s telling? Will he discover how deep her deception runs? Their world unravels with one, frantic phone call, and they’re thrust into a nightmare: on the run, dodging a desperate assailant. And the levee breaks . . .
Excerpt:
Motionless, both Larke and Kody listened for the door to the outer office to shut. He stood with his back to her—still, as if waiting for something. The silence was painful, and she hardly knew what to say, where to begin, or how to answer the thousands of questions he would be flinging at her.
“Kody, I . . .” Larke tried to recall what she intended to say, difficult words to break the frigid quiet—when he moved with lightning speed, his hands wrapping around her head, his mouth closing hungrily over hers. She had been prepared for a tirade of ugly insults, but not for the shattering power of his mouth devouring her.
Her heart lurched, a protest on the tip of her tongue, hands flexing, pushing against the solid wall of his chest . . . then fire shafted through her, burning away her protests. One hand slid possessively around her neck, the other around her waist, snapping her against his hard body. No words exchanged, no polite offerings of slow seduction as he opened her mouth, plunging into the hot depths, tasting her like a starving man.
The ferocity of sudden passion startled Larke, and she whimpered against his mouth, “No.”
His tongue skimmed across her bottom lip, teeth capturing her in a tender bite. “Yes,” he breathed against her, his fingers closing around a fistful of braided hair to tilt her head up, kissing her so thoroughly her knees weakened.
With a vaporous murmur of protest, Larke relaxed against him, sliding from sanity to desire, her fingers sinking into his hair as she returned his ravenous kiss, feeding on him, taking as eagerly as she gave. He tasted of coffee. He smelled of wind and rain. His body was hard, muscles tense. It had been so long . . . so long without him—without him and the splintering pleasure only he could give. Dark passion licked through her veins, intense longing and desire pooling low in her body.
And then she was free, her emotions spinning wildly, heart pounding.
Stunned by his actions, Kody looked at her, his eyes filled with smoky lust. His muscles clenched and unclenched, his mind racing, tilting madly as he tried to shake it off. Without a word, his hands closed over her arms, and he pulled her toward him. “I didn’t think it possible, but you and I aren’t finished.”
Author Bio:
Gayle Mullen Pace enjoys life in Huntsville, Alabama. She loves elegant paper and writing instruments—definitely not high tech—that’s why she married an engineer. Outside the worlds she creates, she has an affinity for Carolina dogs and balls of yarn, prefers tea over coffee, mountains over the beach, and stays prepared for the yearly invasion of wasps, ants, and stink bugs.
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