They say your forties are the new twenties. Maybe that would be true if my ex-husband hadn’t turned out to be a lying, cheating, stealing ass who left me with nothing except my pride. And it’s that pride that should keep me from accepting Phillip Conrad’s sexy, sinful, and way too indecent proposal to pay off the debt I owe him. I should walk away. I should slap him. Hell, I should tell him exactly where he can shove his offer. But I can't. Because Phillip and I have unfinished business and it’s long past time to see if that spark between us has the potential to become a full-fledged inferno. Besides, if forty is the new twenty, and a second chance is really on the table, then maybe it’s not too late for some excitement. The hotter the better. And if I’m really lucky? Maybe I’ll get my happy ending after all. \\\* Author's note: Finally Yours is a second chance with your billionaire, first love, small town romance that proves it's never too late for a happily ever after—especially one complete with lots of long overdue spice.

I should have never agreed… But it was only one ride.... Besides, I was way overdue for a little excitement. A middle aged, overworked single mom barely keeping my head above water, I'm hardly living my best life. He's a rough around the edges biker who can't be anything but trouble, and he's looking at me as if I'm the sexiest woman alive. Maybe I shouldn't have said yes, but I needed a ride home. And he offered. On two conditions: 1) Hold on. 2) Let go. It was dangerous, but I was due for a little danger, and when he touched me…all bets were off. I would climb on the back of his bike every night for the rest of my life if he'd make me feel that way again. And again. He lights up every part of me. Even my heart. But I don’t know anything about him. And when I find out… Everything changes because I no longer know who or what to trust anymore. And if I don’t figure it out soon, I will lose everything.

It’s probably a bad idea. No, it’s definitely a bad idea. Just over forty years old, and I’ve always managed just fine without a relationship—even a fake one, thank you very much. My mother taught me well—love is nothing but a myth and it certainly doesn’t pay the bills. My career has always been my focus, and it hasn’t let me down yet. But when my friends challenge me to have a little sexy fun with their silly go-for-it pact, I can’t seem to stop myself from asking the playboy billionaire CEO, Trent Thomas to play along. Sinfully sexy, the man sends thrills through me with only the tiniest touch. Imagine what could happen behind closed doors! Of course, he’s game to help me out, with one condition… I must agree to listen to him—whatever that means. It’s not long before I find out exactly what that means and my carefully constructed Ice Queen walls begin to melt with the heat of our little no-strings arrangement. I’m going to have to work overtime to keep them in place. After all, without those walls to protect me, I might have to finally face what I’ve been hiding from all these years. Maybe my mother was wrong. Maybe love isn’t just a myth. Maybe there's more. But if there is, do I really want it? And even if I do…does he?

No strings. No commitments. No problem. That was the deal. A fling with a sexy cowboy? Sure, why not? Besides, it’s not like he's a total stranger. Dylan Scott is the friend of a friend, and as a self-proclaimed player, he's perfect for me to break my five-year dry spell with. Especially since he’s made it quite clear that a relationship of any kind is totally off the table. When my little holiday at his ranch is over, we are, too. Fine by me. I'm a widowed single mom. The last thing I have time for is a brooding, self-important billionaire cowboy, even if he does make my body come alive in ways I never thought possible beyond the pages of a romance novel. A lifetime of following the rules and being the good girl has left me with nothing but secrets and hidden desires that I've managed to keep from everyone. Trust me, it's safer that way. But I was not counting on having any actual feelings for Dylan, at least none beyond the passion fueled physical. And when I do, dammit if things don't start to get complicated—fast. And it doesn’t take long for the safe—and boring—bubble I’ve created for my life to become anything but. And now, for the first time in my life, the only thing to do is face the truth. No matter how much it hurts.

Go with the flow. Have fun. Stay true to yourself. And above all else, remember…no relationships. Ever. From a very young age, I saw firsthand how a relationship could change a woman and make her lose herself. I vowed never to let it happen to me. And for over forty years, it hasn't. That is until my happily loved-up friends get it in their head that I’m missing out and dare me to really get to know a man and become friends with him. No sex allowed. One specifically—Blaze Baron, international heartthrob and massive movie star who recently moved to town and seems to have set his sights on me. I’m way too old for a dare. Still…I find myself agreeing. Besides, hooking up with a megastar so it can be splashed all over the gossipy tabloid sites for the whole world to see, isn't really my vibe. And shallow pretty boys really aren't my vibe. I won't have any trouble keeping things PG-rated and firmly in the friend zone. Except as it turns out, there’s more to Blaze than his ridiculous good looks. A lot more. No one is more surprised than I am that the more I get to know him, the more I really start to like him. And don’t even get me started with the crazy chemistry between us. The man can make me feel things with only one look and it doesn’t take long for this to become one promise I won’t be able to keep. There’s a reason I’ve lived my life on my own, but what if everything I ever thought about love was wrong? And if it is, is it too late to admit it?