Clarisse Jordan is a young single mother, who after the death of her fiancé, poured blood, sweat, and tears into her business, Honeydew Café, to provide for her children. A catering gig for successful and super sexy Dylan Price is the opportunity of a lifetime. But she quickly learns that Mr. Price is interested in more than her Southern cuisine. He has his sights set on her.
Dylan has been in love with Clarisse for years and would do anything to have her—even if it means forcing her into marriage. Lucky for him, the instant chemistry between them is hotter than a mid-summer day beneath the Georgia sun.
Yet Dylan is not completely honest with Clarisse, and when she learns the painful truth, will their love affair end? Or will they be able to find their way back to each other?
“Mr. Price, what are you telling me? That I have a business partner or that I’m your employee? Are you looking to buy me out of Honeydew, because I’ve invested a lot of money in that café.”
“No, no, no…I’m not saying any of those things, Clarisse.”
He stands and makes his way to the windows and looks out at the skyline. The silence drags on, and I think he’ll never answer my question. When he finally speaks, what comes out delivers a shocking blow to me.
“Honeydew Café and the estate belong to me, and I control what happens to it. I’ll give Honeydew back to the Macintyre family, but not until your twins are able to claim their inheritance, and you know that’s not until their twenty-fifth birthday. But I’ll only do so if I get what I want in the meantime.”
“What do you want?” I ask, a hopeful tone to my words.
“Me?” My voice rises in surprise.
“Yes, I want you, Clarisse.”
“Marry me or I’ll demolish Honeydew. It’s a family home, and I don’t have use for it without a family. If you don’t marry me, where would that leave you and the twins? With nothing. Nowhere to live and no business to run. Marry me, and you get to keep everything.”
I honestly have no idea what expression I’m wearing, but I can imagine I look shell-shocked. I feel my head moving but I’m not sure if I’m shaking it or if it’s swaying because I’m going to faint. “How could you say that?” I hear myself shouting. “What kind of crazy person are you, Mr. Price?”
He remains by the windows, staring at me. The light frames his silhouette and I can’t help but think he looks angelic. His lean muscled body, broad shoulders, and beautiful features are almost hypnotic. Those words he spoke still linger between us, mingling through the expanse of silence. I’m burning with anger and confused by my arousal.
How could he want to marry me? He doesn’t know me. What he’s proposing is ridiculous. I have to free myself from this mad house. I stand and reach for my clutch bag.
“Clarisse, don’t go,” he says, his words firm and demanding.
I swing around to face him, rage quickly building because he has yet to answer my questions and I’m fucking entitled to an explanation. He advances on me with his slow predator’s stride, his gaze laser focused on me, and I feel small and willing to allow him to take me. “Keep away from me! How dare you, and then just stand there looking…looking...?” What do I say? Beautiful? Seductive? Crazy? Well right now, he looks determined, and if I’m not mistaken, a little sad. I don’t know what the hell is going on today. “Looking like you’re looking at me now!”
“How am I looking, Clarisse? Like a man who knows what he wants and is willing to throw down the gauntlet to get his way, to get you.” He stands right in front of me, so close I feel his pulsing heat and I’m dizzy with need, but this is crazy and wrong.
“I don’t know you.”
“You’ll get to know me.” His voice lowers to a seductive whisper.
“Dylan, you don’t know me,” I whisper.
“But I know enough. I know you’re passionate, you’re a fighter, and you’re strong, sweet, and funny. You’re a great mother, who finds a way to balance her business and shower her children with love and attention. No doubt, you’ll make an amazing wife. Marry me and you keep your home.”
About S. Taylor...
S. Taylor discovered a love of storytelling at the age of twelve. She would entertain her cousins with exciting adventures and tales of young love; which changed over the years from telling tales at sleepovers to writing several short stories. For S. Taylor writing remained a hobby until 2009 when she decided to share this love with others. She writes love at first sight romance novels full of passion, erotic moments and emotional conflicts with a satisfying happily ever after ending. She is a Texas native, wife and busy mother of five daughters. She spends her free time mediating sibling arguments, relaxing with yoga and discovering new and tasty vegan dishes she enjoys cooking for her family.
Website – www.staylorromance.com
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