Release Date: September 9, 2015
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A first love that deserves a second chance.
At eighteen, Claire Peters fled Martha’s Vineyard, leaving the only life she had ever known and the only man she had ever loved. With stars in her eyes, Claire pursued her Hollywood dreams and seduced the world. A decade later, her heart longs for the man she left behind.
Doctor Forrest Devereaux is the Vineyard’s homegrown hero. But his well-balanced world is shattered when a tragic event forces him to question everything.
Adrift in a sea of anger and betrayal, Forrest is lost among the lies and broken promises. Despite their rocky past, he turns to Claire. The woman who broke him.
Forever linked, Claire and Forrest are an unending continuum. But there’s ten years of hurt between them.
Can they overcome the scars of their pasts together?
Or will the pain force them apart forever?
Occupation: Singer, Designer, Actress
Hobbies: Her hobbies are her occupations
Hometown: Currently resides in Los Angeles, California
Relationship Status: Single
Author’s Muse: Jourdan Dunn
Forrest Desvareaux
Occupation: Doctor
Hobbies: Surfing, Farming, Skiing, Football, Basketball.
Hometown: Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts.
Relationship Status: Single
Author’s Muse: David Gandy
Two friends having dinner. Nothing more.
Just because they were of the opposite sex and had crazy animal sex less recently meant nothing. They were friends. Longtime friends, who were once lovers. Briefly. That logical side of her brain pointed out. She had a shot at his heart and blew it. No need for the butterflies nesting in her stomach to start flapping their wings. No need to look forward to the goodnight kiss, and all the things that might come after.
Which meant there was no need for that beautiful, off the shoulder, ruffled chambray dress under her coat. Definitely no need for the lacy matching underwear or the ungodly amount of time she spent on her hair. A total waste of time. She’d looked in the mirror at her sexed-up hair. A full-bodied mess that said take me—up against the counter, in the women’s bathroom, and again on the ride back to my place. Totally not a friend-zone hairdo. So she’d flattened the tangled curls into a wispy ponytail. Safe and pragmatic friend hair. Nothing sexy or super-starrish.
As for the four-inch, stunning, knee-length leather boots. Well, it was cold and at five-feet four inches tall, the additional height came in handy standing next to Forrest. At six feet three inches tall, he towered over her. The disparity in their height was almost laughable and sexy. Tall, rugged doctor-farmer next to her small, petite frame. The dapper gentleman whether in a tailored suit or in jeans, a shirt and leather jacket as he was now.
Yeah, definitely a turn-on for her in that I’m big and strong and I protect you kind of way.
She nestled a little closer, latching on to his muscular forearm as they walked off the harbor to their dining destination. Not that she needed his support. Aside from a few snow patches, the roads were manageable, and the restaurant was right across the street. But then his bicep flexed under the black leather jacket, and she couldn’t help but tighten her grip.
Friend zone. She was reminded for the hundredth and one time.
Right.
With an imaginary flick of her middle finger, she told her conscience to shut the fuck up and grabbed tighter onto Forrest’s arm on the chilly evening.