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my wife, and it’s not your name, it’s a reminder. You’re my hope eternal.”
Her eyes mist, and I cup her cheeks, kissing her gently. “Don’t cry. I want you to be happy.”
“I’m crying because I am happy.” She blinks smiling, and a crystal tear falls to her cheek. “Hope Eternal Dunne. No more hills.”
I gather her close, rotating her naked body so her back is to my chest. Holding her in my arms, pressing my lips to her shoulder, inhaling her beautiful scent… It makes all the shit I went through worth it.
I’ll never get back the time I lost with my son, but Hope is so loving to him, I think it evens the scale. They’re my new family, my new life, and it’s so much better than the old.
Hope’s dad says a lot of things, but when I asked for Hope’s hand, he told me Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes. He said it was a quote by a female writer from a long time ago, but it feels right now. It feels right always.
The love we share is powerful enough to burn away the bad. It’s bright enough to guide us home through the darkest times, and it’s warmth melted the ice that had formed around my heart.
I found my hope eternal, and this much is true, I’ll never let her go.
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When We Touch
By Tia Louise
A USA Today bestseller.
Jackson Cane is red-hot cinnamon, salt water, and sin…
He’s the kind of trouble I don’t need.
He’s the kind of trouble that waltzes into my dreams
Every. Single. Night.
Emberly Warren is spicy-sweet seduction.
My biggest temptation.
My biggest regret.
I thought she’d always be waiting for me.
I was wrong.
Now I’m back in Oceanside searching for peace, hoping to escape what my life has become.
She isn’t supposed to be here,
Dark hair blowing in the ocean breeze,
Luscious curves barely hidden by thin cotton.
Memories so hot they burn my mind…
I didn’t come back for her.
But when we touch, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine…
Prologue
Ember
Where it begins…
Jackson Cane tastes like red-hot cinnamon, salt water, and sin.
When he concentrates, his long fingers twist in the back of his dark hair, right at the base of his neck, and he tugs.
Tugs…
Tugs…
I like to weave my fingers between his and pull.
Then ocean-blue eyes blink up to mine, sending electricity humming in my veins. He smiles. I smile, and it isn’t long before our lips touch. I straddle his lap as I open my mouth, and his delicious tongue finds mine, heating every part of my body.
Our kisses are languid and deep, chasing and tasting.
We sizzle like fireworks on a hot summer night.
Eventually, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, but hours later my mouth is still burning. I taste him everywhere I go.
Lying in my bed in the dark room, my heart aches, heavy and painful in my chest. Every breath is a burden. I blink slowly at the ceiling and slide my tongue against the backs of my teeth thinking about hot cinnamon, tangy salt, caramel and sugar, sunshine, and the best summer of my life.
The instant I hear it, I’m on my feet, tiptoeing to my open window. The low growl of an engine tells me he’s there in the darkness, out on the street in the shadows just past the streetlight.
The late summer humidity hangs heavy in the