Tempted By The Single Dad
From Hollywood heartbreak… …to happy-ever-after? Heartbroken Ally Cook runs away to her grandmother’s beachside cottage. She doesn’t expect houseguest Sam Walker and his toddler and a puppy to be there too! Spending time with this single dad, Ally finds herself tempted to put her heart on the line for a family with this captivating tycoon?
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From Hollywood heartbreak…
…to happy-ever-after?
After her heart is broken and her dreams are stolen, singer Allie Cook hides away in her grandmother’s Californian beachside cottage. Until unexpected houseguest Sam Walker arrives with a toddler and a puppy in tow! As Allie helps an out-of-his-depth Sam adjust to his new single-dad status, she finds herself tempted to put her heart on the line for her new dream—a family with the captivating tycoon.
CARA COLTER shares her life in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, nine horses and one small Pomeranian with a large attitude. She loves to hear from readers, and you can learn more about her and contact her through Facebook.
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ISBN: 978-0-008-90311-4
TEMPTED BY THE SINGLE DAD
© 2019 Cara Colter
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To the brother I found in my place of endless summer,
Jeffrey Byron Werle.
Contents
Note to Readers
IT WAS A perfect moment. Of course, if there was one thing Alicia Cook had a right to distrust, that was it. Perfect moments.
Still, with a sigh, and a sip of her lime-infused club soda, Allie gave herself over to it. The setting sun was gilding the foam on the ocean waves, and turning the beach sand to pure, luminous gold. From the hanging porch swing in the shadows of her covered veranda, she observed as the daytime crowds dissipated.
Now, one last family remained, the father deflating a humungous ride-on dragon water toy, the mother shaking out a picnic blanket and calling the children back from the water’s edge as she packed the remains of their day into an oversize basket.
A pang of pure longing hovered at the edges of Allie’s perfect moment, so she shifted her focus. Farther down the beach a couple strolled, hand in hand.
The sense of longing intensified.
“Don’t believe a word he says,” Allie muttered, watching through narrowed eyes as they stopped, leaned into each other and he nuzzled her ear and said something to her that made her laughter carry up the beach.
Allie’s muttered words were a defense, of course, against all that weakness that was still there, even though she, of all people, should know better than to long for dangerous things.
Perfect moments. To not be alone. To share life. To be deeply connected…there, her perfect moment was gone. She looked away from the couple, ignored the family and took a determined sip of her drink, concentrating furiously on the beauty of the setting sun, hoping to get it back.
