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Dallas: Men of Silverlake (standalone, novella)
contemporary romance
She wanted a weekend of solitude, then Dallas Montgomery happened.
Financial analyst Cindy Ashworth hits rock bottom at work and in her personal life. The best way to recover is to head back home to Silverlake, Ohio for a weekend at her best friend’s cabin in the woods. When her ornery pets inadvertently lock her out, Cindy knows a whole new low. The temperature is rapidly dropping and she’s wearing nothing but a towel and her birthday suit. Terrific. In comes her high school crush Dallas Montgomery to save the day. The teenage boy she remembers has grown into a tall, muscular blond god and he’s more than eager to warm her up.
Dallas should be ashamed of himself for taking advantage of the sweet and vulnerable Cindy Ann. She came home to nurse a wounded heart and to hell if he wants to be the rebound guy. Still, her fiery red hair and voluptuous curves suck him in like a bee to honey. No way is he about to let her ride off into the sunset a second time without first getting a taste.
Dallas: Men of Silverlake
Read Chapter One: https://www.annerainey.com/dallas
Excerpt:
They ate in
silence and she realized it was nice. Sitting with him, Clarence and Molly asleep
in front of the fire. The sound of crackling wood and no one around to
interrupt the delicious interlude.
“You aren’t
married,” Dallas said, as his gaze traveled over her from head to toe.
Like a caress.
Yeah, that’s what it felt like when Dallas looked at her. It’d been the same
back in school. He had a way of making her feel wanted. Even desired. That was
alluring as all crap.
She answered the
unspoken question and decided to ask one of her own in the process. “I was in a
relationship until recently. He cheated. I walked.” She paused, took one last bite
of her soup, and asked, “You?”
“Single.”
She rolled her
eyes and leaned up to set her nearly empty bowl on the coffee table. “That’s
it? Just single?”
“Should there be
more?”
She gave that some
thought before answering. “Usually there is. Has there been anyone serious?
Anyone special?”
“There’ve been
girlfriends over the years, sure. There hasn’t been anyone special though. No
one I wanted to go the distance with.”
Something he said
sparked a memory. “You said that before.”
“Huh?”
“You told me once
back in school that you’ve only been tempted to go the distance with one
person. You said she was out of your league though. Did anything ever come of
it?”
He set his bowl on
the coffee table right next to hers, then turned toward her. His fingers sifted
through her hair, softly playing with the strands as if he’d done it a thousand
times. Why did it feel so right? And why did it turn her on so much?
“She moved away,”
he answered, his voice low and deep. “Didn’t get a chance to show her that I
was worth waiting around for.”
The way he said it
tugged at her heartstrings. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “Me
too, but maybe it wasn’t the right time.”
She picked at the hem
of the blanket, more for something to do with her hands than anything else.
Otherwise, she’d reach for him. Touch him. Hold onto him for all she was worth.
“You were pretty wild back then. Maybe your bad boy vibe scared her off.”
“I’m still pretty
wild, I just channel it into things that don’t get me arrested.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Like what?”
He took hold of
her chin and tugged her close. She could feel his hot breath against her lips.
“Like this,” he murmured as his lips drifted over hers in a gentle,
barely-there kiss that melted her like honey on a warm slice of bread. And just
like that, Cindy fell right on down that rabbit hole.
Happy reading,
Anne Rainey
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