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offered the job of a lifetime, she decides letting go of her grief and moving
on is exactly what the doctor ordered. But when she comes face to face with a
sexy and irresistible blast from her past, she realises that this time she just
can’t walk away.Even if it means stirring up old memories and
pain…Assertive and controlling CEO, Alex Blackmore,
is shackled to obligations–obligations he didn’t necessarily want. But now
that Frankie is back in his life, he knows exactly what he does want–and will
have. As their relationship intensifies, Alex’s worlds collide and their past
resurfaces, threatening to destroy what they’re both working toward–letting go
and moving on. Can Frankie and Alex fight their demons and embrace the future
they’re FATED for?
This book is recommended for over 18’s only, dueÂ to HOT content!
repeated the movement over and over, in order to stop them being consumed into
the ground. The very ground that now held my dad. All the while I wasÂ struggling to choke back the tears which threatened to fall. Â Continuously I rubbed my hands together, to
keep them warm.Â Although itÂ was August, the weather was obviously empathetic and had the same thoughts andÂ emotions as me. The skies continued to darken over and the rain fell in a heavy,Â sluggish drizzle.I was finallyÂ here, wrapped in a heavy coat and my own grief. Audibly sighing, my eyes ranÂ over and over the words on the headstone.
swaddled me up in their arms. There we stood, clustered together for severalÂ minutes.
I was so pleased he had come back from America. His presence here today meantÂ everything to me.Â I was last toÂ walk down the well-worn path to the front door of my aunt and uncleâ€™s small, butÂ very homely, terraced house. The old wooden gate shut with a bang behind us.Â Flexing and contracting on its very antique, rusted spring.
melancholy thoughts. I raised my eyes from the cobbled path. She came out ofÂ her front door quickly; obviously she had been awaiting our return, twitchingÂ the net curtains. Her arms were laden.Â â€˜These cameÂ for you, my dear.â€™ She handed me a large, beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers,Â the colours of which seemed like a rainbow on such a wet day. Her face showedÂ concern for my obviously distressed appearance. She ran her hand fleetingly upÂ and down my arm.Â â€˜Oh thankÂ you, Norahâ€™ I took the bouquet from her. Puzzled as to where they had come from,Â I pulled the card from the small envelope and started to read.
isnâ€™t shown by how much they can take before they break.
shown by how much they can take after they have already been broken.
Author: Â I am a chocolate addict, children loving, mad woman. A self confessed book whore who reads more than she exercises. Luckily I am married to the love of my life, together we have four boys and lots of dogs. I live in south east England, although I love to travel. When I’m not reading… I can be found writing and drinking copious amounts of tea!
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