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Torn apart years ago by lies and threats, Rafe Marshall returns to town and confronts Manon Lockley. She has been told he died on the night he stood her up for their senior prom.When she faints, Rafe catches her and realizes he hasn’t stopped loving her. Manon carries anger and now grief that wasn’t real. Rafe wants her in his life, but she doesn’t want to talk about what happened in the past. She can’t be sure if her father or someone else told lies about Rafe and she doesn’t want to know. Can Rafe persuade her to listen? Not without a battle.
Excerpt:
“Manon!” Rafe Marshall leaped from the examining
table in time to catch her before she hit the floor. He cradled her against his
chest. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered. Why did she think he was dead?
He knew news of his accident had been kept quiet because the police believed
he’d been deliberately forced off the road. Who had told her? Had the informant
been the driver of the dark car his rescuer had seen speeding from the scene?
The citrus aroma of her shampoo brought memories of
years ago when he had buried his face in her sunlit hair before they made love.
His body responded to her presence and the sensual recollections. Thank heavens
the gown was cloth. The urgent rise of his cock would have punctured paper.
Carefully, he placed her on the table. He stroked her
face with his fingers and brushed his lips over hers. Any anger remaining from
the past vanished beneath the heat of desire.
Manon was beautiful and his. The knowledge rung true.
Even if she wouldn’t admit the strength of the bond, he knew. How could he
explain why he’d taken so long to find her? Would she believe that any trace of
her had vanished in Europe three years after
she’d begun touring with her father?
He stepped back from the table. He had many things to
tell her. Some of the revelations would cause anger, denial and pain. At this
moment, he didn’t know where to begin. She wasn’t the teenage girl who had
loved him. Had her love morphed into hate? He could handle that but not
indifference.
Why hadn’t she answered the letters he’d written
after the amnesia had cleared enough for him to remember her? Those notes had
been sent months after her eighteenth birthday. Had she received the messages?
That was one question he intended to ask. He needed to clear the past so he
could move forward.
He had to tell her about the accident, the multiple
injuries, the surgeries and the months of rehab. He wanted her to know though
he’d left on their prom night, he’d decided to come for her after her
eighteenth birthday.
Those days after the accident had been filled with
frustration, especially after he remembered who he was and why he’d left Fern Lake.
After discharge from rehab, he’d stayed for several months in his
step-grandmother’s house and then her vacation cottage. No one had known he was
in town. The suspicions surrounding the accident had forced he and Gran to keep
news of the accident a secret. Besides, Manon had left for Europe.
He wondered how she had escaped her father’s plans for her life.
Manon opened her eyes. Blue-gray like the waters of
the lake on a cloudy day. As she sat up, a flush spread across her face
reminding him of a younger Manon.
Rafe watched her slid from the table. Her dark blue
skirt slid over her thighs. He held in a groan of regret. Shame to cover those incredible legs. A moment of memory of her
legs wrapped around his hips flared. He couldn’t repress a groan.
“Did you hurt yourself catching me?”
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