The past will always be between them.
He swore he’d never return home. Then a flat tire lands Dean Presley back in Grass Lake, Tennessee, and he’s forced to confront the woman he left behind. Faith Stratton was once the love of his life. Now her gifted brother could be the rising Nashville star Dean needs for his struggling music label. But it means taking Sawyer away from the horse therapy farm that Faith’s so proud of. That won’t be easy, especially since those old feelings that started all the trouble… Well, let’s just say he can’t go back there, because he doesn’t want to relive the memories of the terrible accident that drove them apart.
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Overall, I really liked this book, which encompasses the second chance romance trope and characters with a heartrending history between them that will have readers cheering for this couple’s happy ever after.
~ Harlequin Junkie, 4½ stars and Harlequin Junkie Recommends
A heartwarming romance that holds your attention from start to finished. A beautifully written story of emotion and captivating characters.
~Still Moments Magazine, 5 stars
The characters are sweet, caring and only want the best for those they love–even if it means spending time with someone who hurt them.
~ RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
Excerpt:
The only thing that could pull his attention from these tempting cookies was the woman who’d made them. Faith slipped another cookie sheet into the oven. Her hot-pink apron was tied around her slim waist. Again, he was struck by how grown-up she looked. Where had the time gone? What would Addison have looked like at thirty years old?
He shook off thoughts of his baby sister. He couldn’t go there. Not when they threatened to unleash feelings he had successfully boxed up and put away years ago.
“Do I smell whiskey?” he asked, finally putting his finger on the mystery scent.
Faith jumped, clutching her chest and shrieking loud enough to be heard for miles. Before he had the opportunity to apologize, she whacked him with her spatula.
Dean tried to protect himself. “I’m sorry! Stop. Stop!” he pleaded.
She gathered her wits and appeared remorseful. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.” Then quickly added, “But you really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.”
Keeping a safe distance, Dean tried to explain. “I wasn’t sneaking upon you. You didn’t even give me a chance to say good morning before you went postal on me.”
She pushed some stray strands of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “I’m not used to people walking around the house like mice. Sawyer whistles everywhere he goes, so I always know when he’s coming.”
“Well, I apologize for not being a noisier guest. I’ll be sure to stomp through the house so you hear me coming from now on.” He reached for a cookie, figuring she owed him that much for attacking him. He was so hungry and the smell was so mouthwatering…
Faith smacked his hand with the spatula before he could grab one.
“Ow!”
“Sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning red. “Just don’t touch my cookies.”
Amy Vastine 