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From bestselling author, Dr. Rebecca Sharp, comes an emotional, small-town romance with a twist...
For years, I was close enough to fame to touch it. Taste it. Drink it.
Until one more drink became my answer to everything.
Until one night I made a mistake which couldn’t be undone.
So, I cut all ties to my former life and the addiction that destroyed it. And I left in search of redemption on the other side of the country.
After months building a new future, I thought my past had stayed put.
Until I opened my front door to find she’d followed me.
Taylor Hastings. My sister’s best friend.
And the good girl I’d never been good enough for.
Not then. Not now. Not ever.
One glance at Taylor’s face told me she’d come searching for a safe haven. One glance at the swell of her stomach told me she hadn’t come alone.
I didn’t hesitate to offer her my help and my home because looking out for her was the right thing to do…
Even if the way I wanted her would always be wrong.
So, I kept my distance. And Taylor kept her secrets.
Until one kiss changed everything.
Until one kiss made me realize it wasn’t our first.
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Forgetting the coffee, forgetting my houseguest, and forgetting I was shirtless, I stalked over to the door, heart pounding, and yanked open the latch handle with the mugs in one hand expecting anything. Or everything.
Everything but emerald.
I gaped and stared at the angel from my past, her jewel-cut eyes crystallizing around my gaze.
I would’ve been less surprised to see the Pope, dressed as Santa, here to wish me Happy Hanukkah than to find Taylor Hastings at my door.
Like everyone else from my past life, I hadn’t seen her in five months. But unlike everyone else, Taylor was the only one with the perspicacity to see my demons and know they’d driven me here.
My heart continued to race for a whole slew of reasons I couldn’t give name to, and my body felt like it was waking up for the first time in months. All because of her.
I couldn’t believe she was here… and it looked like neither could she.
“Ash… Hi…” Her brilliant smile flashed for a split-second.
She stammered like she’d expected someone else to answer the door to a rundown shack on the other side of the country.
She licked her lips and I felt a shock of desire straight to my groin. The alcohol might have elevated - and exacerbated - most of my other emotions, but the desire drunk-Ash had felt for Taylor was nothing compared to the Earth-shaking need sober-Ash suffered right now.
Months, miles, and sobriety hadn’t dulled the way I wanted her.
But I’d wanted her for decades… I doubted even death could stop it now.
I shook my head. “Sorry. I just can’t believe you’re on my doorstep. What… What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is my sister okay?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, I’m sorry. Blake is fine. Everyone is fine. Well, everyone but me.” At that moment, her eyes ducked down and, for better or for worse, my gaze roamed down the length of the small frame that managed to create a Goliath-sized amount of lust in me.
As always, the gentle slope of her neck was cut off by a collared shirt, layered over with a royal-purple sweater. NorCal was chilly this time of year, so I couldn’t hold that against her, but it only hinted at the slopes of her tits, and that I would always protest. But there, instead of the fabric falling back in over her stomach, it pushed out.
Was I… Was I seeing this right?
My mouth went dry and my heart ran like the fucking cops were chasing it.
Was Taylor pregnant?
My gaze whipped to hers. “Taylor…”
Where the hell did I even begin?
‘Are you pregnant?’
No, definitely not. I knew better than to ask that to any woman. Fuck.
There were a million questions, so many things I needed to know, and every second that went by felt like my body and my brain were stretched farther on the rack - tortured with wondering.
“Can we talk?” My eyes jerked back up to her face hearing her soft, strained voice. “Can… Can I come in?”
Yes. Talk. Explain.
What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening.
I was unable to process that the most innocent and chaste girl I’d ever met - the girl who’d never had a boyfriend to my knowledge - was standing at my door with a bump in her sweater that was never there before. And I would know because I was always fucking looking at her.
“Shit. Sorry.” I nodded, biting my cheek. “Of course, you can. I wasn’t expecting… you,” I finished dumbly. “You surprised me.”
I wasn’t an idiot. At least, for the past four-ish months I hadn’t been an idiot. But five seconds in her presence turned me into a goddamn fool - forgetting every fucking thing around me.
“Ash,” Danny’s voice coming up behind me was like a bucket of ice water over my head. “Who is it…” She trailed off in surprise like any normal woman would, walking up behind the guy she was casually seeing to find him standing at his door, talking to a woman who was obviously knocked up.
I knew what Danny was thinking but she was wrong.
Alcohol may have damaged many of my brain cells but I still knew the difference between fantasies and fucking – and fantasies, no matter how realistic or how frequently I’d had them about Taylor, couldn’t get her pregnant.
So, there was no way in hell that I was the father.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband - the love of her life.
She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she's always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.
After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.
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