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“Kate
and Liam possess artistic temperaments, and you know that there are going to be
fireworks, you just never know how many or what kind. This is a fun and interesting exploration
into love and all its trials. It starts
with a pair of matchmaking siblings, is complicated by a teenaged crush, and is
upset by mixed signals, and a sizzling attraction that is hard to resist. This contemporary romance is a great
adventure into the lives of two people who just don't recognize love when they
feel it, and are really fighting a losing battle from the start. Tricia has provided a wonderful cat and mouse
relationship, with plenty of sensual overtones.
Liam and Kate are an entertaining pair, and I found this a delightful read.”
ROSE at Romance at Heart
What happens when two people who are both of the
same mind—this being to steer
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well clear of emotional entanglements—are struck
down by instant attraction.
Kate opened one eye and peered around. A wave of dizziness
swept over her as she moved her head on the pillow, and she groaned. Good
grief, she felt awful.
“Must have had too much of the sun,” she mumbled, in the
moment before she remembered. Clutching at her throbbing head, she groaned
again, louder.
What in heaven’s name had she done? She’d never been ashamed
of her body—well not since she’d developed into a reasonably shaped woman, and
she wasn’t about to start now. But nevertheless she cringed as she recalled how
she’d thrown that body at Liam.
What must he think of her? And just how was she ever going
to face him? If not for Viola she could possibly consider sneaking away before
anyone noticed she’d gone. But that was out of the question. She groaned again.
She’d done a few foolish things in her life, but none could
cap this. Pulling the sheet over her head she decided that facing him was going
to have to wait until she was more in control of herself. Vaguely she
remembered him saying something along those lines. Something about her not being
in control of her faculties. Oh yes! He could say that again. In all her adult
life she’d never lost it so completely.
With a sigh of resignation she pushed back the sheet and
gingerly put her feet to the floor. The sunlight pouring in through the window
dazzled her, and the room revolved. Her head throbbed. God, what had Liam put
in that drink?
With an unladylike scramble she ducked into the bathroom,
glad Viola wasn’t about. When the world stopped revolving quite so ferociously
she bent to run a bath. Easing into the warm water she sighed. She wallowed in
it for ages—until she stopped writhing with shame. Worse than her wanton
behavior was the realization that he had been the one to curtail their
lovemaking. She quailed at the prospect of coming face to face with him. Then
again, how much worse would it be if he hadn’t been the one to stop it before
things went past the point of no return? Staring at her reflection she pulled a
face.
She lingered over dressing, deciding to don a pair of shorts
and a loose top of apricot and white stripes. It was after eleven, so with a
bit of luck he might have gone out on his boat. Or perhaps he was in the
turret, painting.
But he was at neither location. When Kate descended the stairs
sheepishly, there he sat at the dining table, his long legs stretched out at
ease, a mug of coffee in one hand and the other idly mussing his hair.
Every cell in her body melted as his eyes met hers and
lingered. “Good morning, Katie,” he drawled, unwinding his long frame to hold
out a chair for her. “How are you this bright and sunny morning?” He gestured
for her to sit.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
He seemed to be highly amused, no doubt having a good laugh
at her expense. Kate shivered as his arm brushed hers. So, it hadn’t been the
drink entirely that set her off last night. She could feel a tingle to the tips
of her toes as his eyes lingered on her mouth.
With trembling hands she poured a cup of coffee and curved
her fingers about the mug to conceal their shaking.
“Oh good.” He sat again and folded his arms across his chest
as he peered at her. “Can I get you anything? A bowl of cereal? A slice of
toast? A hair of the dog that bit you?”
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