A heroâs touch
Faith Alexanderâs guardian angel has a body built for sin. Ever since she woke up in the hospital after a car crash, her rescuer, Brandon Gray, has been by her sideâchivalrous, caring and oh-so-fine. Faith came to Los Angeles to find her long-lost father, only to learn that heâs a partner in Brandonâs family business. How can she reveal that her inheritance stands in the way of Brandonâs career dreams?
All Brandonâs focus is on his long-coveted role as CEOâuntil he stops to help a mysterious beauty. With chemistry this irresistible, heâs ready to share a future with Faith, but he feels beyond betrayed to discover what sheâs been hiding. If desire and trust can overcome pride, heâll realize heâs found the perfect partner in the boardroom and the bedroom...
Brandon reached for her hand and pointed toward the water.
They sat in silence, watching as the sun set in a blaze of orange and reds across the sky. âItâs amazing.â And so was he. How many men would be content to sit and enjoy the simple pleasure of a sunset?
âI agree.â Their eyes met. âStunning.â
The intensity of his stare told her he meant more than the sunset. She gently withdrew her hand and resumed eating.
When they finished, he settled the bill and asked, âWould you like to take a walk?â
âIâd love to.â Because they were close to the water, the temperatures had dipped and a slight breeze had kicked up.
He entwined their fingers and they strolled off. He stopped a ways down the path and faced her. For a moment, he said nothing, seemingly struggling with what he wanted to say.
âWhat is it?â
âI can show you better than I can tell you,â Brandon whispered and lowered his head.
Dear Reader,
I hope you have enjoyed reading about the Gray siblings as much as I have writing them! Many of you have asked when will Brandon Grayâs story be told and here he is. You know how intense he is and how often he sticks his foot in his mouth. Well...nothing has changed, lol. Only this time heâs met his match in a woman who might just make him want to readjust a bit. Faith Alexander has no qualms about sending Brandon packing, and I totally delighted in watching the sparks fly...in more ways than one. And I hope you enjoy the ride, as well.
Up next is Khalil Grayâmodel turned fitness buff, and boy, do I have a lot in store for him! Stay tuned.
As always, I so appreciate all your love and support. Without you, I couldnât do this.
Much love,
Sheryl
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SHERYL LISTER has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She writes contemporary and inspirational romance and romantic suspense. Sheâs been nominated for an Emma Award and an RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award and has been named BRABâs 2015 Best New Author. When sheâs not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-size desserts. Sheryl resides in California and is a wife, mother of three daughters and a son-in-love, and grandmother to two very special little boys.
For the readers who asked for Brandonâs story.
Acknowledgments
My Heavenly Father, thank You for my life. You never cease to amaze me with Your blessings!
To my husband, Lance, my children, family and friends. Thank you for your continued support. I appreciate and love you!
To my critique partner, Leslie Wright. Girl, those phone calls are a lifesaver! Thanks, sis.
A special thank-you to the readers and authors Iâve met on this journey. You continue to enrich my life.
Thank you to my editor, Patience Bloom, for your editorial guidance and support.
A very special thank-you to my agent, Sarah E. Younger. I appreciate you more than words can say.
Chapter 1
âHey, girl. You want to do lunch today?â
Faith Alexander smiled. âSure. Iâm just working on one of my web designs.â Once or twice a month on a Saturday she and her best friend, Kathi Norris, met for lunch. âHang on, Kathi. Someoneâs at the door,â she said. She saved the page sheâd been working on and left the spare bedroom in her town house that she had converted to an office. It contained a desk, two bookshelves, a file cabinet and a sofa for those times when she planned to work all night, but needed a place to nap. She crossed the living room, opened the door and saw the mailman standing there.
He stuck a box into her hands along with a card and pen. âJust sign here, please.â
She cradled the phone against her ear, adjusted the box and signed the receipt. âThank you.â Faith closed the door and frowned, not recognizing the sender.