Mission: Build a new life. Confront the past. Plan the wedding of the man she loves.
Tulle and Tulips, Book 1
December 20, 2011
Warning: This title contains a balloon toting rodent, a hero scheming for love, a heroine evading complications, and hot sex.
“If you are looking for a well written sexy short story about lovers with secrets from their past, be sure to look for Tangled in Tulle.” ~ Lotus, Long and Short Reviews
“Tangled in Tulle is a sterling romance!” ~ Miranda, Joyfully Reviewed
“Trevor was a dream come true…” ~ Chris, Night Owl Reviews
“Trevor is a character that really catches my attention…” Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
Lori Mullins yearns to shake off her past and live free of shadows and fear. Yet her only shot at obtaining the capital to launch her business rests in a man she met during a lie. A man whose voice alone turned her from jaded escort to giddy schoolgirl. A man who almost died because of her.
Trevor Masters can call off his search for the woman he loves. The woman he dreamt of while comatose. The quest for her heart, however, is only beginning. The trick will be convincing her he doesn’t blame her—and that she deserves to accept herself as the woman who holds his heart.
Business negotiations land Lori in a heavenly hell. Heaven that Trevor is close enough to touch. Hell that she’s planning her first designer wedding. His. And something’s not quite right. The kind, compassionate man she fell for all those months ago, the man who’s engaged to another, seems intent on wooing her…
“Stop whatever it is you’re up to.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Do it anyway.” Her tone strengthened. She advanced on him—slowly—no longer distracted to the point of wide-eyed speechlessness by his near nudity.
“You have me planning your wedding. You shouldn’t be sending me gifts or trying to lure me into falling for you again.”
Her voice rose fractionally with each syllable of her tirade.
“What so wrong with falling for me, Lori?” He raised a brow, because he now knew what had gotten her riled. Damn if he wasn’t going to poke the lioness a bit and dare her into revealing her feelings. “You never complained the first time.”
“This is different. Randy wasn’t around then.” She blanched and rocked back as if she’d been struck. “Was she?” Disgust darkened her demand. “Was Randy around? Were you playing us both? Is that how you came to be engaged so soon? That’s it.”
“It makes sense.” She shook her head and sneered. “You bastard.”
She lunged, landing a solid uppercut to his jaw before he could defend against her. His teeth clacked together.
“Lori.” He grappled for her wrists, barely thwarting a second hit when the towel slipped and he grabbed for it. “Stop.”
“You son of a bitch.” She punctuated her driving words with thrown punches, some of which he blocked one-handed. Others he let go for the sake of keeping the towel secure at his waist. “I thought you were a better man.”
More than a little surprised by her hand-to-hand abilities, and a little tired of defending against her, he released the towel, gripped her arms tightly just above her elbows and yanked her forward. The towel loosened, but letting her go would lead to a quicker demise for the covering.
“Stop.” He pinned her close, fighting the urge to roll his overly-aware-of-her dick against her.
Not how I’d like. “You’re wrong.”
“Bullshit. You’re only a player. A lousy, predictable, pus—”
He seized her mouth in a kiss holding nothing back. He let his hurt and loneliness, his love and confusion, desire and sadness pour forth. When she gasped for a breath, his tongue sought the inner haven of her mouth, found a slice of heaven he’d been missing, thwarted any insults remaining in her arsenal.
She’d misunderstood his intentions about the wedding, but the misunderstanding had led her here. Into his arms with fire flashing inside and igniting her spirit.
Damn if he’d let her go.
When the tension in her petite curves finally uncoiled and she relaxed into him, when she allowed herself to enjoy his touch, when she began to kiss him in return, he straightened. Only an inch or two separated their mouths, a space easily conquered again, yet it felt more like miles.