By Nancy Corrigan
Sparks fly when Kyle's ex shows up in town. Whether she'll stay ~ or survive staying ~ is another matter entirely.
Young lovers, Kyle and Ronnie, had the world ahead of them at seventeen. Stubbornness, misunderstanding, and a mother’s influence forced them to forge their own paths. A decade later, neither can find love. It takes a tragedy and a secret to reunite them. Their passion returns in a rush along with regret and guilt.
Ronnie always thought it was easier to move on than deal with the pain and hurt of past mistakes. She made plenty of them, but so did Kyle and her parents.
Kyle knows the moment he touches Ronnie that he still loves her. He won’t repeat the past and let her leave him a second time. They’ll overcome the issues, hopefully before her mother’s sin takes Ronnie away, once and for all.
She raised her gaze to his. The bruises on her face twisted his gut, but her hazel eyes mesmerized him, exactly as they had a lifetime ago. His words got stuck in his throat. Finally, she shook her head, breaking the spell she’d cast over him. “Ten minutes in town and I run into you. Talk about luck.”
“Good luck, I’d say.” He motioned toward the bruise on her cheek. “What happened?”
She folded her arms under her breasts and shifted her gaze to his chin. “Armed robbery.”
She lied. He could see it in her eyes. He stepped closer. “Don’t bother lying to me, Ronnie. I know you too well. What really happened?”
Her brows pinched. “I haven’t seen you in years, Kyle. You don’t know me anymore.”
He supposed she was right. He’d thought they’d spend their life together. She’d proved him wrong. Still, she drew him like no other woman ever had.
He brushed a finger over her bruised skin. “Come on, doll. Talk to me.”
She grinned. “I always loved that nickname, you know.”
He matched her smile, couldn’t help it. “And you’re changing the subject.”
“Armed robbery, like I said. I really don’t want to talk about it.” She snatched her purse from where it had fallen on the ground and pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her wallet. She held it out to him.
He glanced from it to her face. “If that’s for saving you, keep it. I don’t want your money. Never did.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, Kyle. I didn’t come back to this shithole town to fight with you. I was wondering if you could go back into the bar and pay for my drink. I’d rather not go in there again.”
He worked his jaw and fought his irrational anger. It wasn’t her fault he’d reacted like a jerk, but he’d always hated the fact that she had more money. He took the cash and crumpled it in his hands. “Why did you?”
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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with woman strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.
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