A second chance for a first love?
Six years ago, Nigel Johns lost the only woman he ever loved. Now, the successful financial consultant intends to prove to Regina Gibson that heâs a changed man. Except, his ex-fiancée isnât welcoming him with open arms. In fact, sheâs doing everything she can to keep him out of her life and away from her painful secret. Until an unexpected night of rekindled passion gives him hope for a second chanceâ¦.
After she walked away from Nigel, Regina lost the one thing she loved most. Since then, sheâs put all her energy into making it as an artist and forgetting the man who broke her heart. Now that Nigel is back and reawakening her body, she has to decide what she really wants. She canât deny that they still make sensual magic together. But now that sheâs back in his arms, will she let him back into her heartâforever?
âThere is no us, and there never will be again.â
âDonât say that before you hear me out.â
âYou canât possibly have anything to say that will change my mind.â
Nigel stepped around the counter, and before she knew what he was about to do, he had pulled her into his arms and was kissing her.
Startled by what was happening, Regina was momentarily unclear on how to react. Her thoughts flew out of her mind.
Something about being in the curve of those arms was familiarâthe firmness of the grip about her waist, the abandon of the lips moving over hers, the heat rising between them. But everything else seemed part of the newness of himâthe way his height sent her head back, the buttons of his suit pressing against her abdomen, the boldness of his fingers along her back, sparking flames in her.
These filled her senses, and she became lost in them.
Wait. What was she doing?
Startling her again, he pulled away.
âThatâs the way it always was for us,â he said.
YASMIN SULLIVAN
grew up in upstate New York and St. Thomas, Virgin Islands, from which her family hails. She earned degrees from Howard University and Yale University. She currently lives in Washington, D.C., where she teaches with a focus on African-American and Caribbean literatures. When she isnât teaching, she does creative writing and works on mosaics.
Dear Kindred Spirit,
When characters interact across the pages of romance novels, they help us believe in the potential magic within our own lives. We are kindred spirits because we yearn for such journeys and open our hearts to transformation, greeting each other across the space of once blank lines.
I hope that this novel takes you on such a voyage and allows you to believe in the promise of second chances and the idea(l) that love can triumph over heartache. It is the story of Regina Gibson and Nigel Johns. Their young love ended in anguish, but their new risk might heal that void. I am grateful that you have decided to travel their story with me.
I am already working on my next romance project, and your comments on our journey here would be invaluable. I would love to hear from you at [email protected].
Warm wishes,
Yasmin
For my mother, father, brother and grandmother, who have given me the richness of the human heart; for Jennie and Tanya, who have been my sister-friends; and for Madeline, Freddie and William, who have shaped my vision of love.
Chapter 1
When Regina Gibson heard the door swing open and the chime sound, she didnât glance up from the last shards of cobalt-blue tile she was fitting into place. She had them laid out in her mind, and if she looked away, the order would be lost.
She caught the coattails of a suit out of the corner of her eye and hoped he would be a paying customer.
âLet me know if you see anything,â she called from the back.
It was getting on in the evening, but with the nearby restaurants still open, people wandered in now and againâonce they could tell that the beaten-down corner house was now actually an art gallery and studio.
The exterior of the building hadnât been changed yet, except for a sign, but inside, theyâd added installations, shelving, display cases, work spaces. Theyâd even added tables in the back rooms to teach classes, and theyâd partitioned off the kilns.
Once the inside was in better shape, they could start work on the outside so that it didnât look like a rickety brownstone. And once they caught on, they could start the real renovations. It wasnât the perfect place yet, but it was the perfect locationâright on the border of the arts and crafts district and near the Torpedo Factory Arts Center in Alexandria, Virginia.
Regina finished laying in the final pieces and cocked her head toward the back room, checking on the two kids. Kyle and Tenisha were still fixated on their little art projects. No problem there.
When she finally looked up, he was standing right in front of the table she was working at, his eyes trained on the children in the back room.