Heâs turning her town upside down!
Itâs a dirty job, but someone has to be Blackwater Lakeâs most eligible bachelor. Sexy newcomer Sam Hart goes through women like water. Florist Faith Connelly should knowâshe delivers the millionaire bankerâs first-date rose, followed by the inevitable date number two break-up bouquet. But when Sam gallantly offers temporary shelter after a fire sweeps through town, itâs the single mother who could end up burned again.
The sassy town sweetheart, her adorable daughter and Sam all together under one roof? The divorced businessman even has the perfect flower for a third date with Faithâthe one that could tempt him to risk his heart again. Could love be this money manâs bottom line after all?
He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers.
The touch was meant to be sweet and tender but quickly turned hot and demanding. Sam traced her lips with his tongue and Faith opened to him. She settled her hands on his chest, pressing closer, and he slid an arm around her waist, holding her tighter.
The sound of their breathing filled his ears, drowning out the night sounds. He wanted her and she wanted him right back. But⦠There was that damn word again.
He lifted his head. âFaith, we canâtâ Thereâs aââ
âWedding reception,â she said, her voice barely a whisper.
âYeah.â He stepped away from temptation and willed her to believe what he was going to say. âYou should know this isnât suddenâkissing you, I mean.â
âI know. It wasnât for me either.â
âIâve wanted to do that for a while.â
âI canât say I havenât wanted you to.â
âOkay, then.â He blew out a long breath. âFair warning. At an appropriate time, there will be more kissing. And stuff. Unless youâre not interested. Iâll back off. Just say the word andââ
She shook her head. âIâm all in favor ofâ¦stuff.â
âGood.â
âItâs love I have a problem with.â
So did he. How perfect was that?
The Bachelors Of Blackwater Lake: They wonât be single for long!
TERESA SOUTHWICK lives with her husband in Las Vegas, the city that reinvents itself every day. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Mills & Boon.
To my father, Frank Boyle.
I learned to love reading and writing from you, and the lessons were priceless. Miss you, Dad.
Chapter One
Just because sheâd sworn off men didnât mean she couldnât appreciate a gorgeous one. That explained Faith Connellyâs little heart flutter as Sam Hart walked briskly across the elegant lobby of his financial building before stopping in front of her flower cart.
âDonât tell me,â she said to him. âYou need to order a breakup bouquet. I can tell by the look on your face that date number two tanked.â
âThatâs harsh.â But Sam smiled a slow, sexy smile that said she was right and the date from hell was completely his fault. He wore his willingness to own the blame like a badge of honor. âAnd how can you know that? Maybe Iâm here to tell you that it was love at first sight.â
âRight.â She made a scoffing sound. âAnd I kissed a frog into a handsome prince. Seriously, Sam, do you want the usual sentiment on the card? âYouâre fantastic, but this isnât going to work.â Or thereâs the ever-popular âItâs not you, itâs me.â I can get more creative with the message if youâd like.â
He slid his fingers into the pockets of his jeans. He could wear jeans to work because he owned a multimillion-dollar financial company and set the dress code. Sometimes he wore a suit and that was a swoon-worthy look, too. âGive me a for instance.â
She thought for a moment then met his skeptical gaze. âHow about this? Itâs short, sweet, to the point and kind of poetic really. âRoses are red. Violets are blue. This wonât work because youâre a shrew.ââ
His mouth twitched, then he shook his head and laughed. When he did that he was so handsome it should be illegal. His brown hair was cut short, but there were hints that it would be curly if allowed to grow. The straight nose and square jaw alone would have women throwing their panties at him, but it was his eyes that sealed the deal. They were dark blue and full of glitter and sin and dangerâif a girl wasnât careful.
âDonât give up your day job to write inspirational verses for greeting cards,â he said.
âThe thought never crossed my mind. I love working with the flowers. And another perk of my job is torturing you about your women.â
âMy women?â He put on an innocent act, pretending indignation. âYou make me sound like the pharaoh with forty-seven wives.â
âIf the shoe fits...â She was teasing. Mostly.