Emma Baker’s husband, Jonathan, has just divorced her, shattered her heart and left her and her young son, Christopher, to fend for themselves. Bitterly lonely, she accepts a girlfriend’s suggestion to go out on her first night as a newly free woman. She vows not to let a man turn her head, vows not to let love make a fool of her again. But she never counted on meeting a charismatic and sexy bouncer like Ben Lauery, who takes her for an exciting ride on his Harley, sweeps her off her feet and steals her heart. She never counted on the fireworks that explode in the bedroom, the sweetness of his burning kisses, and the allure of his lusty body, when he masterfully seduces her and makes her love him always and forever. All she knows is that, in the end, she can’t resist the passion and devotion he’s offering and has to give love a second chance.

Excerpt:

I showed him my driver’s license and tried to walk away. He wouldn’t let my arm go and when I lifted my eyes to his again he smiled the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. People are always saying someone has a sexy smile, a sexy walk or some such thing but until he smiled at me I’d never known what the hell they were talking about.

His smile made me want to rub my hands down his chest, stroke his cheek and snuggle up to him like he was some yummy teddy bear with silky fur, er, skin.
“Now I know your name and where you live, Emma Baker. You want to make it easier on me and just give me your telephone number now?” he pressed in a husky voice that made something deep down inside the center of me ache. His hand reached out and slid caressingly down my cheek.

My mouth fell open. All I could do was stare at him. Of all the nerve. The people behind me in line giggled at us. I didn’t like being the brunt of their jokes.

“Awful sure of yourself, aren’t you? Is this the way you pick up girls?”

Hurt flickered in those sexy eyes and his smile faded. “Truth?”

I nodded my head. He was still holding me. I could hear his heart beating. It felt so right, so safe, in his arms I didn’t want to leave. Nice he was tall. Jonathan had barely been my height. For the first time in my life I felt delicate. Small. I liked it.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I usually don’t come on to the customers. But the minute I saw you I knew you were different. You don’t look like you belong here at all. Where have you been?”

I didn’t know what to say. It was a strange come on and I had to smile. Where have you been? Really.