My Love At Last

The right one is always worth waiting for...

Dr. Olivia Gray’s passion for history is sparked by the mystery surrounding her own birth parents. A research project in Sag Harbor promises to be her most intriguing assignment yet—especially when she meets Connor Lawson. Shared interests and easy banter give way to searing, unforgettable nights. Yet until she uncovers her past, she can’t consider anything other than temporary bliss...

The sting of his ex-fiancée’s betrayal has left the intense, charismatic restoration specialist resistant to every matchmaking attempt—until Olivia moves to town. She’s gorgeous, talented and determined to avoid commitment. That makes their wild attraction just perfect...until it’s not nearly enough. One soul-baring revelation at a time, she’s restoring his belief in love, but can he convince her he’s offering the kind that lasts forever?

Connor watched her for a moment before he reached out and brushed a stray hair away from her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek. “I thought about you all night.”

Olivia’s throat felt tight. “So did I...about you.”

He leaned closer. His hand drifted down from her cheek to rest for a moment on her shoulder before slowly tracing the rise of her breast beneath her white cotton shirt.

Her breath caught. For a moment her eyelids fluttered.

She heard his deep groan an instant before his mouth covered hers. This kiss was no kiss of invitation, or one that asked permission. It was immediately raw and demanding and insistent on having its way with her.

Connor cupped the back of her head, threaded his fingers through the wild tangle of her hair and pulled her close. His tongue dipped into her mouth, explored it, made it his own.

Olivia gave in, gave all. Her fingers pressed into the hard muscle of his arms to keep from floating away.

“I could make love to you right here, right now,” he groaned against her mouth. He pulled away, stared into her eyes. “But I’ll wait.”

Dear Reader,

I so love the Lawsons! Don’t you? And what better way to keep the steam going than to introduce you to another hunky Lawson man.

In My Love at Last, I introduce Connor Lawson, first cousin to Rafe and the crew. Connor specializes in historic restoration, with his latest project being in the idyllic town of Sag Harbor. But there is no point in having a sexy man without a hot woman who is just right for him, even if they can’t admit it quite yet. Dr. Olivia Gray is an anthropologist who specializes in researching original inhabitants and lost communities. Of course these two wonderful people have their own issues that are buried beneath the surface. And once they are dug up, they will need a lot of love to fix them.

When I was mulling over the idea for my next novel, I thought about the things that I was interested in. I love old homes and the history that goes along with them. Coincidently, this semester, I’ve been teaching African and Caribbean literature and African American lit. The readings were so inspiring and eye opening for my students and the seed of “discovery” was planted. One of these titles was from Zora Neale Hurston.

As many of you know Zora Neale Hurston was an anthropologist, and my best friend Gwynne Forster was a demographer. Both of them were invested in discovering the intricacies of communities. They inspired Dr. Olivia Gray, and combined with my love and fascination for old homes and a sexy Lawson man, you have My Love at Last. I hope you enjoy it.

Until next time,

Donna

My Love at Last

Donna Hill

www.millsandboon.co.uk

DONNA HILL began writing novels in 1990. Since that time she has had more than forty titles published, which include full-length novels and novellas. Two of her novels and one novella were adapted for television. She has won numerous awards for her body of work. She is also the editor of five novels, two of which were nominated for awards. She easily moves from romance to erotica, horror, comedy and women’s fiction. She was the first recipient of the RT Book Reviews Trailblazer Award, won the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award and currently teaches writing at the Frederick Douglass Creative Arts Center.

Donna lives in Brooklyn with her family. Visit her website at donnahill.com.

This novel is lovingly dedicated in memory of my dearest friend, confidant and mentor Gwynne Forster.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Copyright

Chapter 1

Tall, dark, sleek. He stood framed in the doorway. He was clad in all black that only served to emphasize the sensual intensity that wafted around him like musical notes. She watched him, hypnotized by the way his long fingers wrapped around the glass that he lifted to his mouth. He swallowed and could taste the warm amber liquid as it slid down his throat. Sensing his prey, he turned his head slowly in her direction. She should have looked away but she didn’t move. His dark, deep-set eyes sucked her into a vortex of heat that raised the hair on the back of her neck. His mouth, that full, lush mouth, flickered ever so slightly. His eyes settled on her over the rim of his glass and he tipped it subtly in her direction. Her nipples puckered against the fabric of her bra. She shifted her body, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. A woman crossed her line of vision and played up to him, touching his arm with familiarity, laughing and smiling. She linked her arm through his and they walked out to the back lawn, where the party was in full swing.