Cassandra Clarke, fresh out of college and living on her own, isolates herself from the humiliation that rocked her world a year earlier.
Everything in her life is simple and easy until Logan West, the single father full of mystery and sex appeal, moves into the empty estate next door. A guy who easily attracts the attention of available women in town with one carefree smile.
Cassandra is not looking for another heartbreak and stands her ground, but finds it impossible to stay away from the charming stranger when his four-year-old son, Oliver, takes an interest in her childhood tree house.
It is through Oliver where Cassandra’s eyes begin to open to a side of Logan very few people know. The rough edges and arrogant front shed away, leaving the compassionate, yet broken side of him exposed, and finally opening the possibilities to a genuine friendship.
A friendship that is constantly shaken by the undeniable connection building between them.
With temptation arising every time they are near, Cassandra fights to remind herself exactly why Logan isn’t capable of loving her the way she deserves, or is he?
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I am happily married to my husband of five years, have three wonderful children and a beautiful feline companion that keeps me company during late night writing binges.
My love of reading has been life long but it was in early 2012 when I was inspired to finally put pen to paper and write my first story. Since then I haven't been able to stop, fueled purely by my passion to write a story and create characters that readers will enjoy.
New Adult romances are my go to books to read as well as to write. They are young, fresh and full of hope. What's not to love!
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Adrenaline shot through me, pushing me to run full speed at the tree and up the rickety ladder.
“Get em’, get em’, get em’!” The small boy inside shrieked, crouched in the corner.
I took a deep breath, relieved nobody was hurt and followed his gaze to the corner, across the tiny room.
“I tried scaring him away with that,” he explained pointing at a broom.
The boy began to stand, he was no taller than four feet and his mop of curls made it impossible not to smile. I picked up the broom.
Stiff with anxiety as to what he was trying to scare away, I leaned down to find a small brown mouse, trembling in the corner.
I’d never been a fan of the little creatures, but his giant ears and terrified shivering tore at my heartstrings.
“It’s okay. He won’t hurt you,” I said, turning back smiling. “We should get him back home though. What do you say? Will you help?”
I watched as his concerned expression melted into a sliver of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Will he bite me?”
“That depends,” I smiled standing back up. “Will you bite him?”
He giggled shaking his head. “No!”
“Well then, I think we’re pretty safe.” I laughed.