Grace Harper is a
pro at handling the unexpected—which comes in handy when she inherits the ranch
she ran away from years ago…along with a young, autistic stepbrother she’s
never met. And because nothing ever goes easy for her, Grace finds her
frustrating, sexy ex-flame, Noah, taking care of JJ. But if she’s getting out
of this nowhere town, she’ll have to find a way to keep from throttling
Noah—without kissing him first.
Noah Taylor may be enemy number one to
Grace, but she needs his help. He knows the girl he used to love is still
there, beneath the heels and fancy clothes, so he’ll help her—and keep his
distance like she says she wants. Only the more time they spend together, the
closer he wants to get. Graci has no intention of staying, but she belongs in
his arms—he just has to prove it to her.
About JoAnn Sky:
JoAnn Sky
writes adult contemporary romance and young adult romance with a magical twist.
As J.A. Sky, she writes children's books. For more information about her
children's stories, go to: www.dogsandbooks.com.
JoAnn is a
member of Romance Writers of America and its YARWA and Golden Network chapters.
Her manuscripts have seen success in various RWA-sponsored contests, including
as a Golden Heart® finalist in 2014 (YA category) and 2017 (Contemporary Short
category). Originally from the Midwest, JoAnn currently lives in northern
Nevada with her husband a.k.a. love of her life, three teenage children, and
three crazy rescue dogs.
JoAnn is represented by the fabulous Nicole Resciniti of The Seymour
Agency.
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Excerpt:
She looked around at the bareness, her gaze
eventually shifting up to the loft, still filled with hay. And memories.
Memories she wanted to forget but couldn’t, like the bittersweet memories of
Noah. Her friend, her knight, her once-upon-a-time everything. Goose bumps ran
up her spine. This loft had been their kingdom, where they’d dreamed big when
they were small. Later, it became a refuge, where they experimented with
alcohol. And each other. A place where they planned their escape, where they—
“Hello, Gracie.”
She whirled around at the sound of his voice,
as familiar as if she’d heard it hours—not years—ago. But the man standing in
front of her wasn’t the boy she’d left behind. Dark stubble had replaced peach
fuzz. The lanky, thin frame she remembered had morphed into broad shoulders and
hard muscle. Hard-work-earned muscle, not gym-sculpted. His stance was
confident, proud. Imposing.
He stared up to the loft and then shifted his
focus to her. “Remembering old times?” The mischievous glint in his eyes hadn’t
changed, nor had other things. His hair was still thick and black, one random
curl hanging over his forehead. His dark blue eyes were still as deep as Lake
Tahoe. His lips? Firm, full… Were they still totally kissable? Her mouth dried
at the thought, and heat sprawled through her stomach, then lower.
What was wrong with her? She wasn’t a teenager
anymore. This was the guy who’d broken her heart, pulverized it. And it wasn’t
like she was Celibate Celia in New York, pining over him. Noah Taylor shouldn’t
affect her body, shouldn’t affect her
anymore.
And he shouldn’t be here.
This trip was supposed to be in and out, nice
and easy. Sell the ranch, scoop up JJ, and skedaddle.
Noah’s gaze rolled down her body, lingered on
her too-high heels, then climbed back up. “The City’s treated you well,” he
said.
Bronzed abs peeked through the rip in his dirty
T-shirt. Reno had treated him well. Very well. Not that she’d ever admit it,
especially to him.
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