with new-found passion. This bundle contains the first three titles in The
Wardham Series by Zoe York.
Now (prequel novella)
with a fairytale romance. Their marriage wasn’t chosen for love. But they still
chose each other, time and again.
the family farm and a second job, his kids are a crazy handful and every time
he gets close to his wife, Carrie, she snaps at him. Their relationship has
always had a sizzling physical connection, and he needs to find a way to
leverage that into reconnecting on a deeper level before it’s too late.
heart and walked away. Now he has a second chance to get it right.
have never moved past their breakup. Now she’s back for the holidays and they
have a chance to work out things out and move on with their lives. But moving
on doesn’t make sense when you’ve finally reconnected with the only person
you’ve ever truly loved.
Where Their Hearts Collide (Book #2)
Karen’s finally decided what she wants to do when she grows up. Too bad it’ll
mean leaving behind her new neighbour, who’s stirred up a different kind of
grown up feelings. But when he rebuffs her attempt to have a fling before she
leaves Wardham, Karen knows it’s for the best. A clean break, no messy
emotional entanglements. Too bad Paul’s right next door, and everywhere she
goes. And he makes a pretty convincing case for getting entangled.
available now, and look for Beyond Love
and Hate, a Wardham novella coming in June 2014.
London, Ontario with her young family. She has an English degree and works at a
university, so it was probably a foregone conclusion that she’d write a romance
novel one day. She’s currently chugging Americanos, wiping sticky fingers, and
plotting super-secret books about heroes in and out of uniform.
His features pinched together. He didn’t let go of her hand, but the easy
softness in his grip faded, replaced with a subtle tension that told her it was
an effort to keep touching her.
whispered. Tears threatened, hot bubbles at the edge of her vision.
a new argument. Shit I didn’t even know was in your head. An argument I didn’t
even know we were having.”
all one big fight that just ebbed like the tide? “I don’t know why I said
need to. She tentatively lifted her gaze to read his expression, but he didn’t
look over at her, instead keeping his eyes on the road ahead. A muscle twitched
along his jaw and she squeezed his hand, willing him to turn and see her. See
that she wasn’t mad. That she was just scared and strangely alone, and not
dealing with that well.
got married, Ian. That’s never going to be something I forget.”
But you can’t yell at me about it.”
like crying. Carrie, that kills me, you know?” He dragged a deep breath into
his lungs. “I just wanted an evening without a fight. Come on, let’s go in.”
were home. “Wait—” she unbuckled her seat belt and reached across the center
console. “Slide your seat back.”
mood back, please?” She was grateful she’d worn a skirt tonight. “Scoot back
and close your eyes.” He still hadn’t moved, but at least he wasn’t getting out
of the truck. “I want to show you what I’ve got on under this skirt.”
libido. A lecherous grin spread across his face as he flicked his gaze to her
hemline. “Please tell me the answer is nothing.” She waited for his gaze to hit
hers again before offering a slow nod. His already smoldering interest caught a
burst of oxygen from her answer, and while he slid his seat back with his left
hand, his right arm was hauling her into his lap. “We gotta stop fighting,
muttered as he arranged her thighs on either side of his, his thumbs pressing
hard into soft flesh. “And it wasn’t this.”
an hour. At one point, Kyle was convinced that she had fallen asleep, but he
didn’t want to risk losing the moment, and he couldn’t see her face without
shifting. Her head was tucked under his chin, and he didn’t mind not being able
to see her face, because her hair smelled amazing, an intoxicating blend of
honey and some kind of fruit. Thank god her ass was perched high on his thigh
and her legs were bent over his other arm, because in the space beneath he had
developed a brutal erection. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by
cuddling before, except maybe in those first few weeks of dating when they were
still working on rounding all the bases.
of that spring, the long string of her firsts: Laney slowly peeling off her
t-shirt in the barn, then crossing her arms against her chest; her sliding
across the bench in his truck, straddling him, grinding her jean-clad pussy
against his cock; getting completely naked in a hotel room after the Science
Society Formal Ball, wanting to punch a hole in the wall after their only
condom broke. Laney had made that night worthwhile anyway, sliding his cock
between their bodies, holding herself open, rubbing against the length of his
cock until they both shattered apart. They’d spent the night wrapped around
each other, and when Laney wrapped her warm little hand around him in the
shower the next morning, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He returned
the pleasure before check out, and two weeks later when he moved into his first
apartment, they had an entire box of condoms at the ready.
torn between wanting her to see where he had wandered in his mind, and hoping
she’d return to her original position so he could keep smelling her hair like a
pervert. He didn’t dare think that she might be wandering around the same spots
on memory lane, even when she pressed her forehead against his chin, then
rubbed up his face until her lips connected with his jaw. Kyle stifled a groan
and eased her legs down to the ground, freeing his arm to press between their
a good idea.” It’s brilliant, asshole,
shut up. He could barely grind out the words. His body was not on board
with being noble.
flat against her upper chest, stretching her body to reconnect with his face,
and the upper swell of her breast filled his palm. This time the groan was
louder. “Tell me to stop.”
Freud would have a field day with the battle royale going in his head. Baser
instincts were definitely gaining traction.
Her lips found the corner of his mouth, at an angle, and then her face turned
again and they were sharing the barest of open mouth kisses, her bottom lip
resting on his, pressing it down. Her eyes were wide, pupils dark and full of
want. He didn’t see any hesitation, only heat, and his resolve slipped. One
kiss. He let her breath slip into his mouth, hot and moist, and he was lost,
disoriented in a mixed fog of memories and unfulfilled fantasies.
extended arm relaxed, allowing Laney to crawl back on his lap, straddling his
hips this time, and she looked down at his erection with a smirk. “I knew you
didn’t want me to stop.”
knowing you should are two different things. Hell no, I don’t want you to
stop.” He dragged a ragged breath into his chest and ran his hands down the
sides of her body, squeezing her hips, tracing over her thighs and then up
again, harder this time, sliding his palms under her sweater and over a thin
cotton tank top hiding underneath. “But I don’t want you to hate me either.”
kid anymore, Kyle.” She wiggled her hips, trying to slide closer to the bulge
in his jeans. “I like sex. You make me think of sex. I’m all fired up from
fighting. Let’s go.”
ardour-dousing wakeup call, the casual offer of something that was once so
special to her, to them. The higher-thinking part of his brain was protesting
that something was wrong, that Laney couldn’t possibly want a booty call, but
all Kyle could focus on was the easy confidence that she had gained, how she
must have gained it, and his primal need to re-possess that which he had lost
took over. He could hear raspy need in his voice and he didn’t care. “Now it’s
your turn to tell me to stop, sweetheart.”
all-purpose flour, and strode away, swiping baking powder and a bag of
chocolate chips as well. She dumped the supplies on the conveyor belt at the
first checkout, then headed for the dairy section. “Need eggs?” She tossed the
question over her shoulder, but didn’t wait for a response. She needed a minute
to compose herself. This reaction was bizarre. She’d only had one conversation
with the man. Sure, she’d observed him in a creepy stalker fashion for weeks,
but they barely knew each other. She’d gotten carried away with some romantic
fantasy of the good-looking cop next door.
stepped up beside her. Karen looked around. “She got sucked into your magazine
the cookies are cool.” He grinned. “Or so I’ve been instructed.”
light up a room.
she breathed, kicking herself as the words came out sounding funny. He must
have heard the warble too, because his gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered
for a moment. “What kind do you want?”
eyes and blinked. “1%, I guess.”
for her skin to prickle, but not quite making physical contact, and she sucked
in a breath. He paused, because how could he not have heard it, but then he
opened the cooler and pulled out a bag of milk.
the eggs, him with the milk, and then he smiled again, but this time it seemed
wistful. “You’re an interesting neighbour to have, Karen.”
curled up of their own volition. “You’re unlike any neighbour I’ve ever had.”
and quiet, you know.”
surprise. “You think I’m a troublemaker?”
It spilled out before she could filter the words into something less pleading.
in avoiding it.” He interrupted her, but his tone wasn’t rude. It was warm and
low and full of…heat? He stepped closer. “On a personal level, I have a history
of liking trouble more than I should.”
trouble before,” she whispered.
Milk, eggs and a boatload of issues apparently stood between them, but at that
moment, all she could feel were the hard, hot points of contact as the back of
his hand pressed into her skin.