Blurb:
When I met Drew at
that damn wedding our chemistry was off the charts. All he could offer was the
weekend, but uncharacteristically, I jumped at it. When he slipped away like a
thief in the night I was blindsided by loss, even knowing people don’t fall in
love at first sight! He left me a lifelong reminder though, one to make its
appearance in about seven months. Too bad he’d never know…
She was always on
my mind, and I couldn’t afford the distraction in this forsaken country where
one false move could mean my death. My sniper training dissolved when I thought
about Katie and our time together. I was a one and done kind of guy, but this
time it was different. I’d be stateside in a few months and offer the apology
she deserved. Maybe she’d forgive me, if there wasn’t another man in her life…
Excerpt-
The
equally pale piece of paper took shape against the quartz countertop when I set
the cup down. My breath shortened and something central in my chest tightened.
Fingers creeping across the smooth surface, I inched the note closer. Block
printing in a heavy, masculine hand delivered the message with utter clarity.
Katie-
Got the call. Deployed sooner than expected. Stole a kiss goodbye. I’ll
treasure our time together. Drew
My
hand drifted up to touch my lips. They trembled and I pressed them firm,
sucking in a lungful of air through my nose. I was such a treasure that people
abandoned me. A mirthless laugh escaped past my hand and I swiftly catalogued
the situation, regaining control. Attended a wedding and met a hot guy. Fucked
said guy. So what? Lots of women hooked up, nothing surprising. Had great sex.
No harm, no foul. After all, he’d set the parameters upfront. One … and done.
Picking
the note up by a corner, I carried it over to the trash and dropped it in, then
poured the remaining coffee down the sink. Best not to think about all the
confidences shared during the recovery times, or the laughter and easy banter.
The way I thought we’d connected past the fucking. Sex didn’t have to make
things awkward, right? And now, if I felt like yesterday’s bread, well, I’d
done it to myself. And my name was Kate.
Checking
the time, I hurried to pull out some clothes suitable for brunch. My
girlfriends met in half an hour and I had no reason to miss it today. No need
to mention how I’d filled the better part of the weekend either. I yanked the
bedding off the mattress and wadded it up, jamming the linens into the hamper.
My housekeeper would take care of the rest.
Adding
a spritz of citrus, I smoothed the sundress over my thighs, then grabbed my
purse. Moving on.
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About the author:
Allyson
Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and
numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada
Allyson
will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes
man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and
Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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