New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery welcomes readers back to Foolâs Gold, where a one-time fling could become the real thing.â¦
Felicia Swift never dreamed sheâd hear a deep, sexy voice from her past in tiny Foolâs Gold, California. The last time Gideon Boylan whispered in her ear was half a world awayâ¦on the morning after the hottest night of her life. Her freaky smarts have limited her close friendships, and romance, but she came to Foolâs Gold looking for ordinary. Gorgeous, brooding Gideon is anything but that.
Black Ops taught Gideon that love could be deadly. Now he pretends to fit in while keeping everyone at armâs length. Felicia wants more than he can giveâa home, family, loveâbut she has a lot to learn about menâ¦and Gideon needs to be the man to teach her.
As these two misfits discover that passion isnât the only thing they have in common, they just might figure out that two of a kind should never be split apart.
Praise for New York Times bestselling author
âThereâs a little fun, a little sizzle, and a whole lot of homespun charm.â
âPublishers Weekly on Summer Nights
âMallery infuses her story with eccentricity, gentle humor and small-town shenanigans, and readersâ¦will enjoy the connection between Heidi and Rafe.â
âPublishers Weekly on Summer Days
âIf you want a story that will both tug on your heartstrings and tickle your funny bone, Mallery is the author for you!â
âRT Book Reviews on Only His
âAn adorable, outspoken heroine and an intense heroâ¦set the sparks flying in Malleryâs latest lively, comic and touching family-centered story.â
âLibrary Journal on Only Yours
âMallery...excels at creating varied, well-developed characters and an emotion-packed story gently infused with her trademark wit and humor.â
âBooklist on Only Mine One of the Top 10 Romances of 2011!
âMalleryâs prose is luscious and provocative.â
âPublishers Weekly
âSusan Malleryâs gift for writing humor and tenderness makes all her books true gems.â
âRT Book Reviews
âRomance novels donât get much better than Malleryâs expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.â
âBooklist
CHAPTER ONE
RATIONAL THOUGHT AND a working knowledge of hand-to-hand combat were useless when faced with the villainous power of the American house spider.
Felicia Swift stood immobilized in the corner of the warehouse, aware of the web, of the arachnid watching her, no doubt plotting her downfall. Where there was one female American house spider, there were others, and she knew they were all after her.
The logical part of her brain nearly laughed out loud at her fears. In her head, Felicia understood that spiders did not, in fact, travel in packs or scheme to attack her. But intelligence and logic were no match for a true arachnophobe. She could write papers, prepare flow charts and even do experiments from now until the next appearance of Halleyâs Comet. She was terrified of spiders and they knew it.
âIâm going to back away slowly,â she said in a soft, soothing voice.
Technically, spiders didnât have ears. They could sense vibration, but with her speaking quietly, there wouldnât be much of that. Still, she felt better talking, so she kept up the words as she inched toward the exit, always keeping her gaze locked firmly on the enemy.
Light spilled from the open door. Light meant freedom and spider-free breathing. Light meantâ
The light suddenly blacked out. Felicia jumped and turned, prepared to do battle with the giant mother-of-all-spiders. Instead she faced a tall man with shaggy hair and a scar by his eyebrow.
âI heard a scream,â he said. âI came to see if there was a problem.â He frowned. âFelicia?â
Because the spiders werenât enough, she thought frantically. How was that possible?
Fortes fortuna adiuvat.
She tried to rein in her unwieldy brain. Fortune favors the brave? That was helpful how? She had spiders behind her, the man who took her virginity in front of her, and she was thinking in Latin?
Felicia sucked in a breath and steadied herself. She was a logistics expert. Sheâd never met a crisis she couldnât organize her way out of, and today would be no exception. She would work from big to small and reward herself by doing the Sunday New York Times crossword in less than four minutes.
âHello, Gideon,â she said, bracing herself for her hormonal reaction to this man.
He moved closer, his dark eyes filling with emotion. She had never been all that good at reading other peopleâs feelings, but even she recognized confusion.