Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: April 19, 2016
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“It was one stolen night. He was my soulmate and I’d never felt more alive. I couldn’t tell him I got pregnant. It would’ve ruined everything. But now his daughter wants to meet him and I need to make things right.” Another tear escaped down her cheek. “Everybody’s going to hate me.”
Three friends are rocked when a 20-year secret blows their world apart. Steamy, passionate, and unpredictable. If you like sizzling love triangles you won’t want to miss it.
Grace has kept her heart-breaking secret for twenty years – a love child she gave up for adoption. She was a penniless student – how could she raise a baby alone? Then she receives a letter out of the blue. Her long-lost daughter is searching for answers.
Her two best friends are married and don’t know one of them is the girl’s father. If Grace confesses now, the marriage will be destroyed and it will surely be the end of their lifelong friendship. But what choice does Grace have?
Set in the wilds of Poldark-country – the stormy cliffs and windswept beaches of picturesque Cornwall – an engrossing saga filled with suspense, simmering jealousy and heartbreak. Can a future be built on the quicksand of secrets and lies? Surely there can be no second chances when three friends discover they don’t know each other at all.
“You’re not telling me you can do ballroom dancing?”
“My gran taught me. She said proper dancing would impress the girls.”
“Sounds like your gran knew a thing or two.”
Those sparkling green eyes were intoxicating. It wouldn’t take much to reel him in. Who was he kidding? He was already dangling from the hook. She stepped easily into his arms amongst the crowd of waltzing pensioners.
However uncool it sounded, waltzing to Glenn Miller was way sexier than jiggling about in a sweaty club. His hand on Grace’s trim waist could hardly contain itself on the outside of her top. Pressed as she was against him, she must be able to feel what she was doing to him. If he didn’t have her soon he would burst in more messy ways than one.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her. A proper kiss, deep and searching until her mouth, with its sugary hint of cream and jam, became the centre of his universe. He broke away laughing, embarrassed by the way his heart was thudding. He was definitely losing the plot.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” she murmured. “Maybe we need more practice.”
He kissed her again, slow and sexy, his hands splayed at the small of her back. His thumbs drifted like feathers over her waist and up, brushing the hard peaks of her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her top. He wanted her badly but they couldn’t snog like randy teenagers in the middle of a tea-dance.
“Time to go?” he whispered, keeping hold of her hand until they were safely outside.
They hadn’t noticed the rain, although it must have been lashing the ballroom windows. All around them, stallholders scurried to pack everything up as punters made a dash for their cars. They strolled hand in hand, getting drenched as they kissed their way back to the car. Grace seemed to love it as much as he did.
She got into the passenger side, kicking off her shoes. “What a sight we must look,” she laughed as she put her muddy feet on the dashboard.
“Speak for yourself.”
But drenched, she was sexier than ever. Her top had slipped down one shoulder, so wet he could see the pattern on her lacy bra. The peaks of her nipples tormented him as he kissed her, long and hard until he heard the subtle change to her breathing.
Her top slid up. Her rosy nipples poked through the white lace of her bra, hard against his thumbs as he brushed them. He worked them free, sucking them one by one into his mouth. Until he remembered they were in a public car park and she was wearing jeans.
“You’re sexy as fuck, Grace. But I doubt you’re a back-seat kind of girl.”
She sighed and stretched, not bothering to cover her naked breasts. His head was bursting with the taste of her, his erection borderline painful. They could go to a hotel but he wanted more than that with Grace.
“I’ve got work tonight,” he reminded her. He didn’t remind her he needed the money. “Tomorrow, we’ll have all day…”
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Described as an exciting new voice in Women’s Fiction, Sue Lilley lives in the north east of England, when she isn’t escaping somewhere else in her imagination. She is often found eavesdropping for inspiration. Her first two novels were well received. Another Summer is “an alluring example of its genre”. High Hopes is “a story that holds immense appeal for readers who like plots containing sizzling love triangles.” She is hard at work on her third novel.
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