He made a promise he intends to keep
Harmony Savitt is off-limits for navy SEAL Kyle Bracken. Not only is she his best friendâs little sister, sheâs also a single mother and the widow of a fellow SEAL killed in action. This soldier needs to keep his distance. But something between them has changed...
Despite the new complicated feelings he has for Harmony, when his family comes under attack, thereâs no one Kyle trusts more than her to help him get answers. When that threat extends to her and her daughter, though, he vows to protect them...even if it means putting his own heart on the line.
Kyle swung the door open. âInside.â
âNo kiss this time?â Harmony asked, testing him. Her chin was high.
âThatâs right.â He spoke quietly enough that it didnât carry into the lobby when he said, âYou want to know something Iâm afraid of?â
âWhatâve you got, superhero?â
âThat whateverâs happened between us tonight wiped out everything that came before it. Is that what you want?â he asked.
âAre you kidding me?â For the first time, he saw the nerves behind her brave front. Her chin quavered even as she jabbed him with her finger. âWhy do you think I didnât say anything before? You think I want to lose my best friend?â
He didnât reply.
She lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug. âBut I guess...at the end of the day...Iâm not half as noble as you are.â
Dear Reader,
A hundred years ago, Lucy Maud Montgomery wrote, âNo matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each otherâs keeping.â Anne of Green Gables has clearly stayed with me.
When I set out to write the fifth book in my Fairhope series, I had no plan to draw on books I read as a young girl. I suppose it is no surprise, however, that irrepressible Harmonyâs flaming red hair and her lifelong affection for noble Kyle drew subconscious parallels to a certain orphan from Avonlea and her dear friend Gilbert Blythe. By the second chapter, Kyle began to refer to his Harmony as âCarrotsâ and there may or may not be a reference to that infamous slate-breaking incident...
Iâve always had a soft spot for the friends-to-lovers romance. Harmony and Kyle take it a step further, because when your hero is a tried and true navy SEAL and your aviatrix heroine is an expert in aerobatics, matters like life and death are never far behind.
I have loved every moment of writing this series, mostly because I get to watch characters like Harmony and Kyle dream big, grow up and realize, like Anne, how close to home happiness truly is.
Happy reading!
Amber Leigh
AMBER LEIGH WILLIAMSis a Harlequin romance writer who lives on the United States Gulf Coast. She lives for beach days, the smell of real books and spending time with her husband and their two young children. When sheâs not keeping up with rambunctious little ones (and two large dogs), she can usually be found reading a good book or indulging her inner foodie. Amber is represented by the D4EO Literary Agency. Learn more at www.amberleighwilliams.com.
For my moon child, brighter than the sun.
Read books, cover or no cover. Gather seashells, whole or broken. Make ripples on the pond. Mostly, breathe fire, rebel baby, and light up the world with who you are.
And for that person, my personâyou know
exactly who you are. This SEAL belongs to you.
PROLOGUE
HARMONY SAVITT LOVED nothing more than pulling Gs in her high-performance aircraft. She loved doing all the rash, death-defying maneuvers that made spectators gasp and her parents nauseated.
As a pilot, she was gutsy. A certified barnstormer. Sheâd graduated at the top of her class from the tip-of-the-sword aerobatics academy sheâd moved out west to conquer.
She knew good and well that her parents back home in Alabama wouldâve preferred that sheâd never caught the flying bug. If she gave it all up nowâmaneuvers, air shows, flight in generalâand returned to small-town life with her feet planted solidly on the ground, theyâd only be too pleased.
However, theyâd touted purpose and dreams from the moment they knew she was listening. Theyâd encouraged her to be who she was, what she was, without compromise. And so she had.
Regardless of all that, it wasnât three minutes into the first show of the season in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, that she felt itâsomething she rarely felt behind the controls of her Pitts S2S. She pulled rapidly out of formation and radioed the tower that she was coming in hot.
She landed with a skip and a bounce, ripped off her flying helmet. Emergency personnel ran at her with hoses and med bags. âWhat is it? What happened?â they cried out. She nearly mowed them down as she ran for the first hangar, clawing the air and cursing with every step.