Samantha’s fiancé is rich and handsome, and as an added plus he moves in her father’s business circle. But Samantha feels uncertain. Logic says love and passion are about youth and fairy tales. Still…deep in her heart there was one man who still calls to her. The one who left her and never looked back. Eric.Young and foolish, Eric walked away from the woman he loved, tired of her father’s snobbery. When Eric learns Samantha is getting married, he knows he has to act. Eric plans to conquer Samantha’s heart no matter how down and dirty he has to get.When Eric shows up at Samantha’s bachlorette party, she figures one last romp between the sheets with him might prove Eric isn’t the hot lover or “love” her mind and heart have conjured up all these years. But soon passion burns like never before, and Samantha might just have an addiction she can never beat…Eric.
Connected Books: Hotly Ever After
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Samantha sat staring into the crowd seeming to watching her friends dancing and flirting, but not really seeing them. Instead, she was lost in thought. Anticipating what her future was to be. Wishing for the passion of the past just one more time. Allowing her thoughts to drift to Eric, and a place she hadn’t thought of in far too long.
A place that was dangerous for her future.
He was the drug she needed. The love of her life that had taken control and propelled her into a passionate, happy life. He had been her addiction.
“Samantha,” a deep sensual voice said from behind her.
She didn’t immediately turn. Afraid he would really be there. Afraid he wouldn’t. Had her mind worked some strange magic, conjuring the very man she had been thinking about?
And then his hand was on her shoulder. Like a shock wave, one made of heat, lust, and seduction, her body came alive. Her heart raced, her skin heated. Warmth spread into her stomach, and down her hips. It was as if he had made a permanent imprint on her soul.
A deep breath, and she turned. He looked the same, yet different. Always a cowboy, his soft jeans clung to muscular thighs and defined waist. His black button-down shirt was perfectly starched. His light brown hair was just a little too long to be considered conservative. He was older, yes, but more mature beyond his years. Confident, as usual, but with a new edge. Something she didn’t quite understand.
“It’s been a long time,” he said softly.
“Three years,” she said a bit too fast. As if she had been counting. She hadn’t. Not past one year. That was when she had given up on him.
“Too long,” he said, sliding his hand down her shoulder in a slow caress. “You look amazing.”
She knew she should tell him not to touch her, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. So she tried to go on the attack. “How did you know I was here?”
His brow inched upward. Cocky. He’d always been good at that. She’d always found it sexy. Still did. “Who said I did?”
He removed his arm, and she felt the loss way too much. In the back of her mind, she had feared the problem with David was her, not him. That maybe she had lost her ability to feel passion. Now she knew, in a matter of minutes with Eric, that feeling was the problem.
“No games, Eric.”
He smiled. “I hear you’re getting married.”
Bells went off in her head. Now it all made sense. Her friends leaving her alone.
Kelly’s questions. “I am.”
His expression was indiscernible, but the heat between them was not. It was like a mist in the air, showering them with its presence. “Sounds like a reason to share a drink.”
“Why are you here?”
His eyes locked with hers. The look in his eyes was direct. Hot. “You know why I’m here.”