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Winning Her Forever
Harmony Evans
He’s the man she shouldn’t trustBut can’t resist…Construction entrepreneur Trent Waterson has a passion for hard work, custom motorcycles…and the one woman in Bay Point who tries to avoid him. Former dancer Sonya Young is stunned to learn that her childhood home is in danger of being foreclosed. Even worse, Trent’s brother is trying to strike a deal for the property. Can Trent choose between family loyalty and their breathtaking chemistry?
He’s the man she shouldn’t trust
But can’t resist...
Construction entrepreneur Trent Waterson has a passion for hard work, custom motorcycles...and the one woman in Bay Point who tries to avoid him. Former dancer Sonya Young is stunned to learn that her childhood home is in danger of being foreclosed. Even worse, Trent’s brother is trying to strike a deal for the property. Can Trent choose between family loyalty and their breathtaking chemistry?
HARMONY EVANS received the 2013 Romance Slam Jam Emma Award for Debut Author of the Year. Her first book, Lesson in Romance, garnered two RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award nominations in 2012. She currently resides in New York City. Visit her at www.harmonyevans.com (http://www.harmonyevans.com).
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Winning the Doctor
Winning Her Heart
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Winning Her Forever
Harmony Evans
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08604-2
WINNING HER FOREVER
© 2018 Jennifer Jackson
Published in Great Britain 2018
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“Are you scared?”
The delicious thrum of the motor against her inner thighs and the challenge in his voice made her close the gap between their bodies.
“Not a bit,” she assured him, even though her heart was in the pit of her stomach.
“Good, because I would never hurt you.”
At his words, her heart melted. His body heat radiated through his clothes, and his masculinity draped around him, heavy and comfortable. She sensed she could snuggle up in his arms, fall asleep and not have to worry about a thing.
How she wished she could sweep everything that kept her up at night away from her mind, replace it all with a man who would sweep her right off her feet. She wasn’t looking for it, but she’d never stopped hoping for a second chance at love.
She inched even closer, until... She could feel his abdomen tense up.
Oh, my, she thought with a lick of her lips.
His muscles were so deeply ridged it was as if she could climb a mountain and grab on to them so she wouldn’t fall.
“That’s better,” he said in a gruff tone. “Hold on as tight as you’d like. I won’t mind.”
She nodded, inhaling the scent of his leather jacket. She had visions of him wearing it and nothing else.
Dear Reader (#ubacb67cb-e42e-5890-a8a5-80e0afb6d47a),
At first glance, Trent Waterson, a real estate mogul, and Sonya Young, a former professional ballerina, are an unlikely couple. They differ in family background and career choices. But they can agree on one thing: the moment they meet, they both feel a tug in their hearts toward one another, even if they don’t want to admit it.
Winning Her Forever is set in the fictional idyllic beach town of Bay Point, California. Stay tuned for Winning Her Holiday Love, my first holiday-themed novel. I appreciate your continued support.
Sincerely,
Harmony Evans
www.HarmonyEvans.com (http://www.HarmonyEvans.com)
Contents
Cover (#u9f568bbf-c3f7-57ba-ad11-271fa74c8da4)
Back Cover Text (#ua7302117-a9b3-51ca-9af6-b916ca2d0981)
About the Author (#u35b67af8-f4db-5e65-a827-1261e664cee9)
Booklist (#ulink_5da685a6-be60-52db-9133-3d2abd6c5a5c)
Title Page (#u55357318-319a-5cc7-b0b9-273db12d0f7a)
Copyright (#ub7f6e41f-35c7-5368-a7f1-1e4486ec72ba)
Introduction (#uc0985262-5ef8-587e-ae3f-66c2474b7a5d)
Dear Reader (#u0f6723ef-bcd4-5e71-9369-ef9659f0c604)
Chapter 1 (#ud168a87b-ed12-5103-b985-112fae3697bb)
Chapter 2 (#u1ff53c84-7aca-55d5-99f2-d5176f8e12b8)
Chapter 3 (#ud9f6be41-3329-55bc-8e59-55cf7562564f)
Chapter 4 (#u73f5d597-1f54-5c8a-9a6a-dcb34f3d96c2)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#ubacb67cb-e42e-5890-a8a5-80e0afb6d47a)
Sonya headed toward the classroom listed on her registration form. The hall was quiet and empty, too quiet, in fact, and she wondered if she was in the right building. Her nerves crackled in anticipation of the evening ahead.
It felt surreal, and a little scary, to be back on a college campus, but it was just one of the many steps she’d taken to create a new life for herself.
When she reached the room, she tried the door, but it was locked. There was no sign posted on the glass, and no one inside. She leaned against the wall and dug out her phone, hoping for a last-minute email informing her that the room had been changed. While she was navigating to the application, the device shut off.
She recalled reading in her information packet that any class changes would be posted in the registrar’s office. She dropped her phone back into her canvas tote bag, dug around and groaned. In addition to forgetting to charge her phone, she had left the hard copy of the campus map at home.
Back outside, Sonya zipped up her lime-green rain jacket, ducked under her umbrella and glanced around. The Bay Point Community College campus was larger than she’d expected, and was bustling with students going to and from evening classes. There was a coffee shop near the parking lot. Maybe one of the baristas could give her directions to the registrar’s office.
She hurried toward it, weaving around puddles and dodging other students. By the time she arrived, the rain was slanting sideways. Afraid of getting her newly permed hair wet, she opened the door and stepped over the threshold into the coffee shop.
“Dumb thing,” she muttered as she struggled to retract her large pink-and-brown-polka-dotted umbrella.
“Hey, watch out!”
A man’s voice, bass-low and heavy with concern, washed over her.
She shook her head to reorient herself, pressed the button a few times, and after a long agonizing moment, the umbrella finally closed.
As she lowered it, her breath caught in her throat at the gorgeous man that stood in front of her, revealed like a game-show grand prize. His grim expression and now-empty paper cup in his hand led her to believe that all was not right in his world.
Her eyes widened at the large stain snow-flaking across the middle of his light blue T-shirt, no doubt caused by her.
“I’m sorry. My umbrella jammed. Are you hurt?”
The man furrowed his brow. “I’m fine.”
But she barely heard his words. Her thoughts were consumed with the desire to allow her fingers the freedom to graze the fabric plastered to his flat abdomen.
As a former ballet dancer, she had a deep appreciation for the beauty and majesty of the human body, especially the male form. And this particular man was ripe for tactile exploration. Faded dark blue jeans, paint-spattered construction boots and rampant tattoos over dark honey arms were all reasons for an extended pause.
He is hot, hot, hot.
He waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”
She jerked her chin up and her cheeks bloomed with heat at the amusement in his eyes. “Y-yes. I was just worried that you got burned.”
“No. Lucky for me, it was just very cold iced coffee.”
As she exhaled in relief, he smiled, displaying perfect white teeth.
“Lucky for you, I like surprises.”
Before she could think of a response, he pointed down at the floor between them. “Watch out.”
With her eyes still on his, she stepped back from the spreading liquid, and bumped into a pregnant woman trying to exit.
Sonya apologized and stepped closer to the man so the woman could pass. She was so embarrassed she almost joined the cluster of ice cubes melting on the floor.
“Do you come with a warning?”
“No. Do you?” she challenged.
He raised a brow, but it was hard to tell if he was irked or intrigued.
“Yeah, it’s called never argue with a pretty lady.”
Her mouth dropped open and another buzz of unexpected heat rose in her cheeks. The grin on his face seemed sincere, and that was the problem.
