A Place Called Home
A Katherine Bay Romance
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Heath had always heard the old adage… take care what you wish for, you just might get it. When Sarah arrives on his doorstep it’s like a wish come true…until the man stalking her comes a little too close for comfort.
Pregnant, betrayed and on the run from a man who is threatening to destroy her family and take her unborn child, Sarah Kreagan has nowhere to go and turns to her teenage sweetheart, Heath Mullein. He was her first love, a romance ended by her wealthy father. Now in desperate need of love and understanding, she discovers Heath barely resembles the teenage boy she loved so desperately. Will Heath take her in and protect her? Is he someone she can really trust?
To Heath, after being warned off by her father, Sarah has always been unattainable, the over-indulged daughter of a wealthy man.
Now, she’s suddenly reappeared in his life, pregnant and afraid. When she asks him to marry her, Heath is angry and bitter. Can he overcome these negative emotions enough to help her, or is this fickle woman merely using him?
Excerpt:
Sarah leaned against the kitchen bench struggling to breathe. Her pulse raced and she held trembling hands to hot cheeks.
For years she’d fantasized about seeing Heath Mullein naked and boy had she gotten an eyeful. He was one impressive male. All sleek, bronzed, work-honed muscle and although startled, he’d faced her unabashed.
She closed her eyes, but the image of Heath, in all his unadorned, manly glory had seared itself into her brain. Heat coursed through her from head to toe, heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with lust.
Talk about starting out on the wrong foot.
Sarah sighed softly. She’d taken a risk turning to Heath for help and she’d worried that he would show her the door. What she hadn’t planned on was surprising him, in his own home, and catching him buck-naked. What she’d imagined was him greeting her on arrival, and being welcomed.
So much for my fond imaginings.
Desperate for some activity to subdue her nerves, Sarah filled the coffee maker. She knew Heath must be hungry after a long day in such foul weather.
The knot of tension and dread in her belly tightened as she heard his footsteps in the hallway a moment before he walked into the kitchen. His scowl did nothing to ease her nervousness.
His cinnamon brown hair was still wet and slicked down, every wayward curl ruthlessly tamed. He’d changed into well-worn denim and a tight black tee that clung to his muscular body, but Sarah found it far too easy to visualise him wearing nothing at all.
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