Timid college girl, Sara, isn’t looking for any complications, but that doesn’t stop her from falling for playboy, Scott. When a stalker shatters their happiness, Sara must fight to save herself and the man she loves. Readers who love Jamie McGuire and Colleen Hoover will enjoy Flickering Heart by Tricia T. LaRochelle, a steamy, opposites attract romance.
Copyright 2022 Tricia T. LaRochelleIt had taken eighteen years for my first kiss, but it was worth the wait. When he pulled away, I almost thanked him. I swallowed the urge instead. It was no wonder women sought him out. What else can you do? Onto my lips, Scott whispered, “This is definitely the best part of my day, maybe my year.” “I bet you say that to all the girls.” I made it sound light, but it wasn’t. Not to me. He had cast a spell on me, and I didn’t want to share. Something vibrated against my hip, interrupting our private moment. Scott stepped back before pulling out his phone and gazing at it. For a few seconds, he studied the screen while I studied him. When he put the phone back in his pocket, he confronted me with his eyes. “I’m going to be honest with you, Sara. If you knew me better, then you’d understand how unusual this is for me to say. I like you.” He took a breath. “I know this is sudden, but I’d like to go out with you more. A lot more.” “Aren’t you seeing other girls?” I knew it was a loaded question, but I had to ask. Scott scratched at his eyebrow, his face bordering sheepish. “Sounds like you’ve been told a few things about my reputation.” Not really. I’ve seen it for myself, Scott. “And I won’t deny that any of it is true.” He came closer. “But I have no interest in dating anyone else. You can trust me.” His strong hands found my upper arms. My cautious side took over, pulling my emotional reins back. “I like you, too, but can we take this slow and see where it goes?” This was all happening so fast. I had a hard time believing it was real. Scott backed up, his eyes going distant, then he offered a faint nod. I was sure a guy like him wasn’t used to hearing words like “Can we take this slow?” from women. Maybe that was a deal-breaker for him. He straightened himself up as if he was rebooting. “We can definitely take things slow. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” His dimple appeared right before the flash of his winning smile. “I know your name is Sara. Is there a last name to go with it?” Finally, an easy topic. “Browne. And you?” “Williams.” I rolled this surreal moment around in my mind. Was it really happening? I was standing on a mountain with a guy who was kind, considerate, and hotter than anyone I had ever seen. Best of all, he was into me, and I was into him. Did I dare to hope that my dark days were behind me? Everything felt so right.
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