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A Man Like Him
Rachel Brimble
After two years in hiding, Angela Taylor knows her independence is worth it. As long as she can escape her past, she has everything under control. Until a flash flood hits the park where she works, and the hot Chris Forrester shows up the exact moment she needs a hero.Chris proves he can save lives – and weaken a girl’s knees. But how she can make him understand that she’s off limits, that getting close to her will endanger his life? Her happiness or his safety: it shouldn’t even be a choice. Because when you love someone, you protect them, no matter the cost.At least that’s what Angela keeps telling herself…
Changing her life…again
After two years in hiding, Angela Taylor knows her independence is worth it. As long as she can escape her past, she has everything under control. Until a flash flood hits the park where she works, and hot Chris Forrester shows up the exact moment she needs a hero.
Chris proves he can save lives—and weaken a girl’s knees. But how can she make him understand that she’s off-limits, that getting close to her will endanger his life? Her happiness or his safety: it shouldn’t even be a choice. Because when you love someone, you protect them, no matter the cost. At least, that’s what Angela keeps telling herself.…
“Nothing can start between us, Chris.”
Angela guessed the frustration in his eyes was reflected in hers. The tension between them burned hot. Out of reach. In a different time, a different life, she would have stridden forward and pressed her lips hard to his, leaned into his fit, muscular body and let him kiss her, touch her, take her, right there and then. The heat between them was so dangerous it drew her to him with a pull she had to fight with every ounce of her self-control. If she didn’t, the result could be disastrous.
“This is a bad time for both of us to get into…whatever it is you think we should be getting into.”
Each fraught second beat with her heart. The movement of his feet across the carpet made her tremble. No. Don’t, Chris, please.
He touched her arm. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Dear Reader,
I am delighted to introduce you to my second novel set in the fictional U.K. seaside town of Templeton Cove. I am a Brit, living near the infamous Georgian city of Bath, England, and love that I get to write about British characters in a U.K. setting! I will be forever grateful that the Harlequin Superromance editors like these stories and want to send them out into the big wide world.
Swimming instructor Chris Forrester comes to Templeton Cove to reconnect with his sister and spend some time licking his wounds. When a freak twenty-four-hour downpour floods the holiday park where he is staying, lives are lost and devastation rips livelihoods and families apart. After saving many women and children without thought or feeling for his own safety, Chris becomes a reluctant hero overnight.
But meeting one particular woman whose life he saves changes him forever.
When a photograph of holiday park owner Angela Taylor and Chris in an intimate embrace is plastered over the U.K. press, Angela knows it’s only a matter of time before her past comes back to haunt her.
A Man Like Him is a deeply personal story in that my husband, my two young daughters and I were rescued by helicopter from a hotel roof during the 2010 French floods. The opening scenes are an almost word-by-word account of what happened to us during those terrifying twenty-four hours.
I will never forget the lives of the people lost that day…nor their grieving loved ones. I thank God for keeping my family safe.
I really hope you enjoy Chris and Angela’s story! I’d love to hear from you when you’re finished. You can write to me anytime at rachelbrimble@googlemail.com.
Love,
Rachel Brimble
www.rachelbrimble.com (http://www.rachelbrimble.com) Twitter: @rachelbrimble (https://twitter.com/RachelBrimble)
A Man Like Him
Rachel Brimble
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the U.K. After having several novels published by small U.S. presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012 she sold two books to the Harlequin Superromance line. Rachel hopes Finding Justice and A Man Like Him represent the beginning of an ongoing series set in Templeton Cove, a town she has 100 percent fallen in love with. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington—her debut was released in April 2013. Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in southwest England…although she hopes a dream visit to Canada might just change her mind! She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!
Contact her via her website, www.rachelbrimble.com (http://www.rachelbrimble.com/)/, her blog, http://rachelbrimble.blogspot.co.uk (http://rachelbrimble.blogspot.co.uk)/, on Twitter @RachelBrimble (https://twitter.com/RachelBrimble), or Facebook, http://www.facebook.com/rachelbrimbleauthor (http://www.facebook.com/rachelbrimbleauthor).
To the victims and families of the catastrophic 2010 floodings in Draguignan and Frejus, France.
May you rest in peace.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my wonderful husband, Terry, and my fantastic children, Jessica and Hannah, who have had to put up with years of thinking my laptop is a physical part of me.
I love you all so much.
You will always be at the center of everything I do.
Also, I want to say a huge thank-you to the never-ending support of my agent, Dawn Dowdle, and encouragement and belief of my editor, Piya Campana.
Thank you!
Contents
Chapter One (#u10e940ec-b875-5c4e-aa7a-e93f3c5c0c98)
Chapter Two (#ue81576a7-d1e0-59f2-a20d-4e34dc7f26ce)
Chapter Three (#u2921c82e-5097-5821-b7f7-e742c3fd03f6)
Chapter Four (#u3cdd2f21-3239-5ab5-957a-da3063055050)
Chapter Five (#u2927fb73-78b3-5ace-b23e-790fa2da13f2)
Chapter Six (#u563caab1-b0e9-5f94-a42a-587a16729f4b)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
CHRIS FORRESTER STARED into the amber depths of his whiskey glass and gave a wry smile. The irony was painful. Drowning his sorrows in liquor. What a bloody cliché. He needed to get a grip. So his fiancée had been sleeping with another man for seven months. Get over it. He wouldn’t be the first bloke to have his heart ripped out and slammed onto the public spike of humiliation.
He lifted his glass to his lips and surveyed the circumference of the club room. When he’d arrived at the pretty English holiday destination yesterday, the park had taken him by surprise. His memories of old-fashioned trailers and sad swing sets from his youth were sorely outdated. The mobile homes the holidaymakers rented at the Good Time Holiday Park were brand-new and ultradeluxe.
State-of-the-art stoves, power showers and plush sofas meant when visitors returned after dancing the night away at park-run events or eating in the five-star restaurant onsite, they relaxed in luxury. Chris shook his head. Even the staff weren’t entirely uneasy on the eye. He met the steady gaze of the park’s manager over the rim of his glass.
She arched an eyebrow and pulled her clipboard against her chest. “You still here?”
He lowered his glass onto the bar. “Yep. So are you.”
She smiled. “I work here. What’s your excuse?”
He took a moment to appreciate this beautiful woman. Her eyes were huge. Huge and brown. Not boring brown. They were light...like caramel. Thick and dark, her hair fell down her back in waves highlighted with gold. And her figure? Chris resisted the urge to shake his head a second time. Outstanding. He leaned against the low back of the barstool.
“What’s a woman like you doing hiding away in a holiday park?”
Her smile faltered. “A woman like me?”
He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s not a pickup line. I was just wondering. You should be out there enjoying yourself.”
“I should, huh? What do you suggest I should be doing exactly?”
He grinned and took another sip of whiskey. “You should be an air hostess. Traveling the world, wearing one of those sexy fitted suits that show off more than a name tag and serving me a drink on a silver platter.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “My God, you’re not a guy ready for the twenty-first century, are you?”
Chris laughed. “Nothing wrong with fancying a bit of the old days.”
“Of course not...as long as you don’t lose a handle on reality.” She smiled. “Please tell me you don’t think girls get together and have pillow fights in their underwear, then, after a couple of drinks, can’t resist making out?”
He forced his smile into submission and covered his ears. “Don’t say it. Don’t spoil the dream.”
She shook her head. “You need help.” She turned and approached the bartender.
Chris dropped his hands and curled them around his glass.
In a different world where his heart hadn’t taken a bashing and his ego wasn’t entirely flattened, he would have asked her out. Or maybe at least asked her name. As it was, neither would be happening anytime soon.
Dragging his gaze to her butt, Chris smiled. Goddamn. Her pencil skirt clung to her perfect ass like a second skin. He drained his drink and glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the clubhouse. The rain still came down in torrents as it had all day. It ran in rivulets down the glass, blurring the sway of the pine trees surrounding the huge swimming pool in the distance.
Before he’d arrived, “sunny” Templeton Cove had been sweltering and then this rain came from nowhere. A freak storm that hadn’t let up since ten that morning.
“I’d head back to your trailer if I were you.” Her voice turned his head.
“No, thanks. Nothing about heading back alone to a mobile home appeals to me right now.”
She looked to the window. “It’s supposed to get worse. I’d make a run for it.” She stared past his shoulder. “I’m just about to tell everyone the club is closing for the night. I don’t want to have to worry about my guests getting back to their accommodations safely.”
“You’re the girl in charge, then?”
She met his eyes, a flicker of pride making them more striking than ever. “I’m the manager.”
Of course, he already knew that. Asked a few questions of the bartender the minute she walked in. “Been here long?”
Her gaze lingered on his and two spots of color darkened her cheeks. She looked at her clipboard. “Long enough.”
Chris stared at her bowed head. The temptation to ask what he’d said wrong hovered in his whiskey-slick conscience. No. He didn’t need to know. None of his damn business. He’d only just met the woman. She didn’t need him nosing into her private life.
She lifted her head and her smile was back in place. “So, are you heading back? I don’t want anyone stranded in here.”
Chris gestured toward the rest of the room. “Worry about them, not me. I can handle myself in water.”
She met his gaze. “You can, huh?”
“Swimming instructor.”
“Ah, now it makes sense.”
He frowned. “What does?”
“I saw you swimming length after length yesterday. Thought you were going to break the world record...or you were trying to outswim something.”
Their gazes locked. Chris’s stomach knotted. Far too much sympathy shone back at him. Or was it empathy? He stared past her.
“I like to swim. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“Right.”
