Revenge gave Matt Page the incentive to become a billionaire.
Now it is payback time for Colonel Bradford, the man who had him wrongfully kicked out of the army. Matt wants to destroy everything his enemy holds dear, including his daughter, Jo.
Jo Bradford is a fired up conservationist who is on a collision course with Matt Page, the billionaire city developer, who wants to destroy her mountain home. She never dreamed that she could fall in love with him, or even more amazingly, marry him.
After Matt banishes Jo from his life he realizes he loves her.
Can he forget past injustices and win her back? Or is he doomed to a life of regret for what he could have had – a loving wife and family.
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser of Romantic Book Affairs
Can two people push through their insecurities and let love save them from themselves?
“Did you hear that?” I ask.
Moving in slowly, he cages me in, bracing his right arm on the wall above my head, his left hand by my hip. He brings his lips close to my ear and I fight the shiver that rolls through me. “It’s probably just your admirer,” he says, his voice hushed and husky. I swallow hard, looking over his shoulder as he nuzzles closer, his nose skimming my neck, then down to my collarbone. My pulse pounds in my ears as he moves back up, his mouth brushing across my cheek, stopping at my parted lips.
“Is this convincing?” He asks. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my lips, and I realize that I want him to do it. I want him to kiss me.
I give a slight shake of my head in response.
“No?” He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. His left hand leaves the wall to curl around my hip and he presses his chest to mine. “How about this?”
“Almost,” I whisper. I wet my lips and the tip of my tongue nearly grazes his bottom lip. His expression goes from playful to heated in an instant, then he’s closing the final distance.
It’s soft at first, just a brush of his lips against mine, but soon he’s cupping my face with both hands, tilting my head back as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, his movements confident and skilled. Unhurried and unyielding.
My hands find his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue fucks my mouth. Because that’s exactly what this is. This isn’t kissing. Or maybe it is, and I’ve been kissing the wrong boys.
Jesse groans, fitting a firm thigh between my legs, and the need bubbling inside me threatens to boil over at the sensation. But all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me breathless.
“Was that convincing enough?”