by: Nicole Jacquelyn
Series: Fostering Love
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: July 10, 2018
Publisher: Forever
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The next standalone novel from Nicole Jacquelyn about love, friendship, and forgiveness.
Henry Harris was living his dream as a staff sergeant in the Marines. When he's killed in action, his devastated family is in for one more shock: he had a daughter they never knew about.
Morgan Riley has been raising Etta on her own, and that's always been fine by her - until Henry's brother Trevor arrives on her doorstep, willing to do anything to help and make up for his brother's mistakes. Their attraction feels wrong, but Morgan can't seem to turn him away.
Trevor is suddenly in too deep. He has always wanted a family, but Etta and Morgan come with complications. Yet as Etta brings them closer together, Trevor begins to imagine giving Morgan and Etta the life his brother never could. But he wonders if Morgan will ever learn to trust another man with her heart, especially a man whose last name is Harris.
My favorite summer drink is iced tea. My grandma always set hers out in the sun for the day, and I swear I’ve never had better tea in my life.
I remember sun-tea from when I was a kid. What's your favorite place to go on vacation?
Our favorite place to go on vacation is Disneyland, though that may change when our kids are grown. It really is the happiest place on earth. I love it.
Do you tend to get more writing done in the summer or winter?
I get more writing done in the winter, for sure. When the kids are in school I have a lot more time to work! I try to spend as much family time as we can in the summer, so I usually don’t get as much writing done as I should.
What makes a book a "beach read" for you?
Words. Sentences. Paragraphs. I could read anything anytime… but that’s probably not what you’re looking for! I’d say that a “beach read” is a book that doesn’t make you ugly cry in front of strangers at the beach.
What character from your latest release would you want to hang out with this summer?
I’d love to hang out with Morgan’s dad Stan this summer. I feel like he’d tell really good stories, always have good booze on hand, and be really good at grilling.
Nicole, thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoy the rest of your summer.
“I thought it was probably a mistake, coming down here,” he said quietly, stepping into my space. “Hadn’t heard from you in a while and I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I’d get.”
My eyes widened as he backed me up against the wall. I didn’t protest, even though I was gross and pretty sure he was going to notice it soon. If anything, my body softened at his advance, the tension in my shoulders and neck dissipating.
“Went back and forth, the whole drive down,” he said, his hand coming up to rest at the side of my neck. “Is she going to tell me to leave her the fuck alone? Not answer the door? Try and let me down easy? Does she miss me?”
He grinned and my heart started to race. I wasn’t sure if it was panic or euphoria.
“I should have trusted my instincts from the beginning,” he said conversationally. “I was so worried about stepping on your toes, though.”
His fingers began to play with the hair at the nape of my neck, and I shivered.
“Your instincts?” I croaked, frozen as his fingers drifted back and forth against my neck.
“You want me,” he said easily, his hand tightening fractionally. “You’ve wanted me from the start.”
I started to argue that it wasn’t so simple as that, but he cut off my words with a few of his own.
“You wanted me when you were staring at my chest in the pool,” he said softly. “You wanted me when you invited me in here.” He tipped his head to the side as his knee notched between my thighs, letting me know that the here he described wasn’t the house. “You wanted me when you kicked my ass out. You still wanted me when you called from your sister’s dorm.”
“What made you come to that conclusion?” I rasped, tipping my chin up a little in defiance. The words he said were true, but the delivery was given in a way that was totally foreign from the Trevor I’d come to know.
“The way you look at me,” he replied.
It was the simplicity in his answer that stopped any argument I could have made.
“I look at you the same way,” he said sweetly, his head dropping down so that his mouth was just millimeters from my ear. “Like I’ve been swimming under water and I’ve finally come up for air.”
My head fell back against the wall with a thump as his lips met the skin just below my ear. “Like I’m looking at the present I’ve been asking for all year under the Christmas tree.”
His lips drifted across the front of my throat and dipped into the notch of my collarbone. “Like I can’t believe how lucky I am that I finally found you.”
“Were you looking for me?” I asked dumbly, the words tumbling from my lips before I could hold them back. I froze as soon as I’d realized what I’d said.
“Baby, I’ve been looking for you my entire life,” he replied, raising his head until our foreheads were pressed together. “You might not be there yet,” he breathed. “But I’ve never been more sure.”
My eyes widened as he backed me up against the wall. I didn’t protest, even though I was gross and pretty sure he was going to notice it soon. If anything, my body softened at his advance, the tension in my shoulders and neck dissipating.
“Went back and forth, the whole drive down,” he said, his hand coming up to rest at the side of my neck. “Is she going to tell me to leave her the fuck alone? Not answer the door? Try and let me down easy? Does she miss me?”
He grinned and my heart started to race. I wasn’t sure if it was panic or euphoria.
“I should have trusted my instincts from the beginning,” he said conversationally. “I was so worried about stepping on your toes, though.”
His fingers began to play with the hair at the nape of my neck, and I shivered.
“Your instincts?” I croaked, frozen as his fingers drifted back and forth against my neck.
“You want me,” he said easily, his hand tightening fractionally. “You’ve wanted me from the start.”
I started to argue that it wasn’t so simple as that, but he cut off my words with a few of his own.
“You wanted me when you were staring at my chest in the pool,” he said softly. “You wanted me when you invited me in here.” He tipped his head to the side as his knee notched between my thighs, letting me know that the here he described wasn’t the house. “You wanted me when you kicked my ass out. You still wanted me when you called from your sister’s dorm.”
“What made you come to that conclusion?” I rasped, tipping my chin up a little in defiance. The words he said were true, but the delivery was given in a way that was totally foreign from the Trevor I’d come to know.
“The way you look at me,” he replied.
It was the simplicity in his answer that stopped any argument I could have made.
“I look at you the same way,” he said sweetly, his head dropping down so that his mouth was just millimeters from my ear. “Like I’ve been swimming under water and I’ve finally come up for air.”
My head fell back against the wall with a thump as his lips met the skin just below my ear. “Like I’m looking at the present I’ve been asking for all year under the Christmas tree.”
His lips drifted across the front of my throat and dipped into the notch of my collarbone. “Like I can’t believe how lucky I am that I finally found you.”
“Were you looking for me?” I asked dumbly, the words tumbling from my lips before I could hold them back. I froze as soon as I’d realized what I’d said.
“Baby, I’ve been looking for you my entire life,” he replied, raising his head until our foreheads were pressed together. “You might not be there yet,” he breathed. “But I’ve never been more sure.”
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