the back, with laughter following right after. “Professionally. Beyond that, she’s all yours.”
It’s more than humor from Holli that elicits my own laughter, my happiness overflowing. Here is a man who I spent a short amount of time with flying across the world to come see me, to change his life for us to be together. I’ve never been with someone willing to sacrifice so much to be with me. I wrap my arms around his neck, relaxing back. “I just got a raise and a promotion.”
“I’m not above begging,” he says with a wink. “But why don’t we take it slow?”
“Oh, no. We tried that once, and it landed us on different coasts wondering what could have been.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“We make the most of the moment.” I kiss him again because I like kissing him, but then I remember and pluck our lips apart again. “Oh, and don’t worry. Junior’s delivers its cheesecakes here as well.” I wink. “I might have ordered one . . . or two. They really are the best.”
His hands slide around my waist, and he says, “I don’t need cheesecake. With you, I’ll never be homesick again.”
We kiss, and never in my wildest dreams could I imagine I’d find true love in Paris. I may have taken a trip for two, but I found myself in those beautiful, snow-covered streets. And I also found my Prince Charming. The man who has proven I’m more than enough. I’m loved. “I think you were right back in Paris.”
“About?”
“About us. I think we were always each other’s destiny.”
Dipping me, he kisses me again, and then whispers against my lips, “Destiny.”
P.S. If you enjoyed this story, you can spend more time in the Hard to Resist Series world by starting with The Resistance. That is the book that started it all and where you’ll officially meet Holli and Rochelle. FREE in KU.
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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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Prologue
When my sister Dorothy decided to take a weekend trip to the small, holiday-themed town of Candied, Vermont, in order to get her freak on with a guy she met online, I begrudgingly went to make sure she stayed safe.
With the town’s annual holiday festival in full-force, I already knew I’d be thrusted into one of the nine circles of hell this weekend.
I had every intention of hanging back and just keeping an eye on my sister. But when she forced me on a double date with her and her new man, I hit it off with her date’s older brother.
Charlie Wyatt, a bigger than life, lumberjack of a man, had all of my synapses firing at once. He was all male, and just being in his presence made me feel wholly feminine.
Our encounter couldn’t be called anything but primal, and when the night ended with one too many drinks, I found myself in his bed.
He said I was his.
He said he had gotten a sweet tooth… and I was the only thing who could sate it.
He said he wasn’t letting me go.
And the craziest part of this entire weekend? I wanted Charlie more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.
Chapter One
“This is gonna be great.”
I looked over at my sister, Dorothy, feeling my eyes narrow. She wasn’t watching me, but her grin spread, and I knew she could tell I wasn’t sharing the same sentiments as her.
“Yeah, this will be a blast,” I muttered with all the sarcasm I felt and looked out the passenger side window.
We were entering the small Vermont town of Candied. It was a picturesque little town, something you’d see in a Hallmark movie or on a postcard. And why were we driving five hours, crossing state lines right before a winter storm? All because my sister met a man—on one of those dating apps—and he’d talked her into coming up for Candied’s Annual Maple Festival.
No way was I about to let my younger sister travel alone to meet some random guy. So here I was, suffering in silence, or as silent as I was.
“If we get stuck in this town because of the snowstorm, I’m