When Alexis “Lexi” Moreau caught her husband, Jeff, sampling the sous-chef’s more intimate wares in their New York restaurant, she ran—all the way back to her hometown of St. Helena, California. Six months later, Lexi has no husband and no restaurant. But she does have a three-step plan: First, c...
I won this on the Goodreads giveaway. Wonderful story of a woman trying to overcome her dead husbands wrongs. She wants to fix everything along with her life and prove herself in her new business. Her dead husband seems to get the last laugh in the form of an oversized nude statue delivered to h...
This book drove me batty. I can't quite believe a woman could get over all the years of meddling the main love interest in this book caused her. I enjoy good hate to love stories, but this was just too over the top for me to enjoy. Because I've already read the fourth book in the series and enjoy...
This third book in the St. Helena Vineyard series started out a bit slow but seriously sucked me in by the end. Frankie was a bit frustrating sometimes will all of her walls and stubbornness. Nate caused equal frustration at first but then eventually I just felt frustrated for him rather than b...
Trey de Luca is the youngest in his family and a self proclaimed bachelor. He doesn’t do commitment and is determined to stay away from his home town as often as possible. When he meets Sara Reed, a widow, single mother and dance instructor, all his preconceived notions and idea are put to the ...
But she’d taken Jillian’s advice to heart, and didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings when it came to Kylie’s happiness. “So you want Kylie to get to know us, but we can’t spend time with her?” Gage asked, his voice calm and terrifyingly controlled. “Explain how you expect that to work.” “...
No matter how many times she told herself it was just chemistry, or applied soothing body lotion, the tingling wouldn’t go away. It had started in her lips the minute she realized it wasn’t a for show kind of smooch, spread south when she found him on her front porch, and finally reached her toes...
“This is what you get for running on it,” Kyle said, laying into Dax’s leg, then applying a tooth-grinding pressure to the back of his knee. Kyle O’Malley was one of Dax’s oldest friends. He was built like an MMA fighter, had the hands of a butcher, and could teach the Taliban a thing or two abou...
Lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, he unfolded his long legs from his mama’s swing and walked to the edge of the porch. He watched Shelby’s powder blue, nondescript economy car, which he had the sinking suspicion was the same one she’d had when they dated, slow to a stop. Shelby look...
He couldn’t make himself look away. Her lips were soft and full and a little bit naughty. And when she smiled like she was now, as if she had a secret guaranteed to rock his world right off its axis, all he could think about was being a part of hers. About kissing her agai...
Charlotte said, taking in Brett at the top of a very tall ladder. “That he is. All man.” And all mine, Josephina thought as Brett held the new nameplate, while Cal secured it into place. The way Brett’s worn jeans pulled when he leaned forward did the most delicious things...
A hot one. But when all the not thinking about Cal turned into thinking about Cal’s mouth—on hers—she switched to a cold one. It didn’t help. Who knew Cal could kiss like that? That he could kiss her like that? Besides their lips and his hand gently cupping her face, he ha...