Falling
for his rivals' little sister could cost him everything …
For
Liam Trulane, failure is not an option. He is determined to win a place in
Katie Summers' life before she leaves Independence Falls for good. But first,
he needs to make amends for the last time they got down and dirty.
Only
problem?
His
professional success hinges on striking a deal to buy Katie's family business.
And after Liam's relationship with their Katie went south years ago, the
Summers brothers are more enemy than friend. If both parties agree to set the
past aside, they can reach an understanding. But when Katie welcomes him back
into her bed, Liam risks everything to make her his.
After
Liam betrayed her trust, Katie Summers will do anything to keep him from
walking away with the family business. She decides to seduce him, knowing that
when her brothers find out, they will back off from the deal. And she'll
finally have her revenge. But when her plan spirals out of control, Katie
learns that payback may come at too high a price …
IN THE SERIES
Wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans that casually hugged his
muscular legs, Liam Trulane sat upright on his bike, his work boots resting on
the ground. He pulled off his helmet, revealing his wavy brown hair. And just
like that, her mind stumbled into the past.
“Come here, honey.” His deep
brown eyes promised erotic adventure. He held out a hand, the muscles in his
toned arms begging to be touched. “Now.”
Katie obeyed, swinging one
leg over his thighs and settling onto his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his
erection against her despite the layers of clothing …
Katie ground her teeth together, pushing the mental picture away. Maybe
later, when she was alone, she would revisit the Liam Trulane highlight reel. But
right now she’d be damned if this man saw even a hint of desire in her eyes.
She tolerated Liam Trulane. Mainly because his little sister, Georgia,
had become Katie’s closest friend. But that’s where Katie drew the line. And
she refused to let memories cloud her judgment. After what he’d done, the way
he’d ended things between them, she deserved to hold tight to her anger.
Setting the helmet on the back of his bike, Liam reached for the zipper
on his leather jacket, slowly drawing it down. But Katie didn’t need a glimpse
beneath to confirm that he possessed a powerful upper body—one that made women
across the Willamette Valley connect the word “logger” with “longing to touch.”
The tension in her jaw rippled through her body. At one point, she’d been
one of those foolish girls. But not anymore. Now she connected this particular
logger with one word. Betrayal.
Liam smiled as if he hadn’t cut apart her heart, shredded her trust, and
then walked away. Maybe the years had dulled his memory. They had only
sharpened hers.
“I thought this was your wagon.” He dismounted the bike in one fluid
motion, resting it on the kickstand. “Breakdown?”
She stood, still holding the jack. Her free hand smoothed her skirt. It
figured that after all this time he’d catch her bent over with her dress riding
up the backs of her legs. Judging from the way his gaze followed her hands, he
was picturing all the ways he could use her short skirt to his advantage.
But Liam Trulane didn’t need to imagine.
Hands and knees pressing
into the grass, her short skirt decorating her waist, her body waiting for his
touch, needing it, craving it, silently hoping he would take charge as he’d
done every other time. Following his commands, she could pretend this wasn’t
new to her …
“Flat tire.” She punctuated her words with the slam of the trunk and
moved to the side of the car. Kneeling down, she set up the jack.
“You’re not going to need that.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Liam’s tan boots standing
beside her. “Planning to lift my wagon with your superpowers?”
“Honey, even I’m not that talented.”
No, you’re not. She wished she could say
those words out loud—and mean them.
“Your spare is flat,” he added.
Abandoning the jack, Katie stood, dusting the roadside dirt off her
knees, and looked at the tire she’d hauled from her trunk. Damn him, he was
right. That tire wouldn’t make it the three miles to her family home.
“I have an extra helmet if you want a ride.”
She shook her head. There was no way she was getting on his motorcycle. The
thought of his thighs nestled between hers, her chest against his back, and her
arms wrapped around him, all while the motorcycle vibrated beneath them—it was
hot, tempting, and downright impossible.
After several years on the other side of the publishing
industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her
dream-writing romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York
with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy
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