on October 29, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Two families. Two hearts. One forbidden love. One Date.
Timing is a funny thing. It can make or break any situation. Any relationship. The only thing worse than timing is miscommunication, especially when one person thinks the other isn’t interested.
When Cammie Spencer is left to sort out the mess that’s becoming her life, she reflects on what she thinks she knows versus what is reality. Has her perception of what’s expected of her high society life kept her from the one person she’s always wanted but resigned herself to never having?
After all, her fiancé is definitely not what she thought he was. And to make matters worse, or maybe better, Holden Masters has always been the most tempting form of forbidden love. She’s discovering he also may very well be the best medicine for her broken heart.
For Holden Masters, his haunted past collides with the present. His plans, which seemed so clear, become muddied. Will he finally drop his façade and back up his words of affection with actions or is he the player Cammie’s long pegged him to be?
Now that the auction is over, could it be that Holden Masters has already won the prize before he’s even had The Date?
When I right myself, he brushes away the extra tears I didn’t even realize had tumbled down my cheek. “You’re beautiful…”
I can’t breathe. Not with him this close. Not with him looking at me like that.
“Even when you’re devastated.” He licks his lips, and all I can think about is his tongue. How smooth it was against mine, how good he tastes, and how all I want to do is forget about everything that’s happened and get lost in him like I was in the cabana. To pretend I don’t know it’s him, to act like we’re just two strangers without any strings attached letting our senses, our tongues, and our fingers do all the exploration. No words this time to ruin it. My engagement, my life, is upside down. And all I want to do is have Holden send me into a euphoric bliss, a faraway paradise.
As if he can read my mind, he sighs. “C’mon before I do something I’ll regret.”
I don’t move. “What would you regret?” Oh, you know what he’d regret.
“Fuck, Cammie. Seriously?” His eyes shift to the sky.
“Kissing you. I’d regret kissing you.”
My stomach feels like it’s in my throat, a large lump forming. Even though it should feel like someone’s thrown a bucket of ice on me, my body is ablaze. This is dangerous. I’m flirting with him, provoking him, pushing him, egging him on, yearning for him to do something he’d regret. Wait. Does he regret kissing me in the cabana? “You regret kissing me, or you’d regret it if you did it again? I’m confused.”
“I’d regret kissing you again tonight,” he says as he steps in closer, boxing me in against the exterior of the building.
“Why not the first time?”
He glances away, then back at me. “When I kissed you the first time, I thought you wanted it. I thought you’d seen the woman spill shit all over my pants. I thought you’d know I’d go to the cabana.” He sighs. “That you were waiting on me. I hoped that maybe you’d come to your senses. I thought you were there for me. That you finally wanted me.”