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Heather Van Fleet currently resides in
northern Illinois, with her three daughters, Kelsey, Emma, and Isabella, and
her fabulous hubby (and high school sweetheart) Chris, with whom she’s been
blissfully married to now for ten plus years. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and
an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.
Blurb:
Recommended for 16+ due to some language,
underage drinking, and slight sexual content
Moving on after a tragedy can be
impossible, especially when you’ve been dealing with those tragedies for over
two years. But it’s her senior year, and Harley Anderson is more than ready to
do just that, even though the skeletons in her closet can’t exactly be hidden.
Enter Mason Daniel, the egotistical, sexy,
surfer boy from California. A boy with his own hidden demons, and an even
bigger secret agenda. Mason isn’t right for Harley. He knows this better than
anyone. He’s the epitome of a runner, a guy who takes what he can get, only to
split a short while later. But he can’t deny the emotions that Harley brings
out of him, so he’s going to break his rules for once.
He should have known what it would lead to…
WILE buy links
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-its-least-expected-heather-van-fleet/1115183216?ean=2940016511481
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whenit039sleastexpected-1225907-149.html
Two kindred souls, both lost and then
found. Will they fail in their search for contentment and happiness, or will
they instead find true love when it’s least expected?
“Okay,
okay, I’m sorry…stop…please, Mason, stop!” She pleaded and begged until finally
his tickling subsided. Her breath turned heavy, heaving even, and she couldn’t
catch it, a wasted effort to even try, especially when his eyes went from
playful to wicked-hot in less than a second.
She
was enchanted by his intensity; unnerved at the same time.
He
finally let go of her hands, but he didn’t move. Then slowly, mindlessly, she
reached up to run her fingers from the roots of his hair to the tips. She marveled
at its softness, completely in awe of him the longer she studied the various
shades. Blond, brown, sandy – like the beach. Mason sucked in a breath, growing
tenser by the second. She pulled her hand down. That ticking time bomb she had
glimpsed earlier came back.
“Harley…”
It was a plea, not a question and he lowered his face to hers, leveling their
foreheads together. “Harley, I want you…”
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