Sometimes, all it takes…
Raynebeaux Starr's life is damn near perfect. She has wonderful friends. An interesting career. A man when she wants and none when she doesn't, thank you very much. But when tragedy strikes and she’s named guardian to her six year old niece, her world is turned upside down. She finds herself alone in a new town with a small child, no parenting skills and desperate for guidance. Until she meets Father Jared Sloan. The sexiest minister she's ever seen. He is kind, patient and a literal God-send. If only she could stop having unholy thoughts about him!
…is one little lie,
Jared Sloan's love life is a disaster. He has one girlfriend he can't shake, and an ex-fiancée on his doorstep wanting him back. As if things weren't complicated enough, he encounters what must be a fallen angel in a church parking lot. Little does he know when he offers her counseling that she would be unlike anyone he's ever experienced. He wants to be the kind of man she can trust. He also wants to taste her so bad it hurts.
…to lead you to the truth.
Can Jared convince Raynie there is such a thing as happily-ever-after? Or will his deceit only confirm her belief that fairy tale endings don't exist in the real world. Especially not in Lubbock, Texas.
Twenty minutes later, they stood at her front door. Raynie told herself to talk about something. The cool night air. Crickets singing. The neighbor’s dog who came to Raynie’s yard every day to crap. How holding stress in caused constipation. Okay, she was reaching with those last two, but she couldn’t say what she really thought. How his dimples drove her nuts, or how much she wanted to kiss him. She squeezed the bag of cookies harder, then stepped back, but he moved with her. “Since your mom leaves tomorrow, why don’t I bring pizza for dinner?”
“I can’t. With her here, I’ve gotten behind with my readings, and since we have Saturday plans, I need to work.”
If she raised her head a little, their lips would only be inches apart. Heat settled between her legs. Smoke should billow from beneath her skirt. Or at least melt the chocolate in the cookies.
He put his fingers under her chin and tilted it up. She closed her eyes to protect herself from those deep blues. When nothing happened, she eased one lid open. He stared down at her, his expression dark and molten. Things clenched. Tightened. Tingled. Curled. So many emotions at once, her knees gave way.
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