Synopsis:
Fallen Too Far was Blaire's story. Now it's time for Rush to share his side. Everyone
in Rosemary Beach thinks they know how Rush Finlay and Blaire Wynn fell
in love. But Rush is back to tell his side of the story. Rush
has earned every bit of his bad-boy reputation. The three-story beach
house, luxury car, and line of girls begging for time between his sheets
are the envy of every guy in Rosemary Beach, and Rush handles it all
with the laid-back cool of a rock star’s son. All he needs are his best
friend, Grant, and his sister, Nan. Until Blaire Wynn drives into
town in her beat-up pickup truck with a pistol under her seat. The
Alabama farm girl instantly captures Rush’s attention once he discovers
that the angelic beauty is his new stepsister, but he vows to keep his
distance. Even if she needs his help. Even if he craves her. Because
Rush knows why Blaire is all alone in the world, forced to ask for help
from the father who abandoned her three years ago. And he knows if he
gets too close it will destroy Nan, who has a secret connection to
Blaire. He has every reason in the world to stay away from her. Find out why he doesn’t.
Teaser 1:
It had been so easy to close my eyes and sink into Anya while picturing Blaire’s face looking up at me.
Teaser 2:
At the sound of her name, I dropped my hand and looked at him. “She still here?” I asked.
Grant nodded his head toward the windows. “Out
there. In a fucking bikini. I may stay here all day instead of going to
work, if you don’t mind. Besides, you owe me one for taking Will home
and dealing with the evil witch.”
I grabbed my discarded sweats and yanked them on quickly before walking over to the window.
Miles and miles of empty beach stretched just
beyond my front yard. Blaire was lying out there with her eyes closed
and her face tilted toward the sunshine. Yeah . . . Grant’s ass was
going to work. He wasn’t staying here to sit around and stare at her all
day.
“She’s gonna burn,” Grant said in a hushed
whisper, and I tore my gaze off Blaire to see him staring down at her
just as reverently as I was. Fuck that.
“Don’t look,” I snapped, and moved back from the window.
Teaser 3:
Opening my eyes against the bright sunlight, I squinted, realizing I had
forgotten to close the blinds last night. Then Blaire’s scent hit me,
and I rolled over to an empty bed. Shit. She was gone.