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With the social event of the year approaching, can Micheal and Ava find a way to settle their differences, or will their chance at bliss in each other's arms be lost forever? A Summer Storm... A holiday weekend is upon Climax Creek, and Ava Hutchens is ready for the break. She's looking forward to shuttering her antiques store for the three day weekend and getting in some reading and relaxing. Bad weather intervenes, and she finds herself trapped in the store with a last minute shopper- none other than the Too-Fine-For-Words Micheal Dunn. He's soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame, and she can't seem to keep her eyes on his face. A Humid Encounter... Micheal Dunn needs to grab his mother's birthday gift ahead of her weekend birthday party, and in his haste, ventures out into the storm. As the winds, rain, and hail swirl, he decides to shelter in place. What started out as a quick shopping excursion becomes so much more, because before long, the close quarters and an already budding attraction lead to a mind-blowing night of lovemaking. A Complicated Affair... Ava can't resist Micheal's charms and carnal skills, but can't abide his attitude—he has no idea of the pain and rejection she's endured. Micheal wants to explore what he and Ava could have, but he can't seem to do right by her, and she keeps pushing him away. Their new relationship is as stormy as the weather during their first lovemaking session...
Author
I've always loved the written word. For as long as I can remember, I read as much as I could, as often as I could. Cereal boxes, newspapers, product packaging. Ebony, Essence, and Jet Magazine. Billboards. I loved it all. I read the entire Fear Street series, as well as the Sweet Valley Books, from Twins and Friends through Sweet Valley High. Each week I'd bring 15 or 20 books home from the library, and read them all before the due date. Now, my mother owned a pristine, barely touched collection of Harlequin romance novels, and I was not to touch them under any circumstances. Well, as a teenager, you know what that meant. I read some of them, and got my first introduction to romance. When I was sixteen, I picked up my stepmother's copy of Night Song, by Beverly Jenkins. The cover showed an obviously historical image of a black couple, against a beautiful backdrop, locked in a passionate embrace. With my love of history, I had to crack this book. What I read inside literally blew my mind. I was exposed to a wonderful, touching love story involving people who looked like me! What a thrill. To this day Night Song remains my favorite book, and I credit it with planting the seed of desire to write romance. I didn't get serious until many years later, but that's where it all began.
