released November 2015
erotic romance novella
Can long-lost loves rekindle in the cold weather of a Winter
Break?
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Content: Very Warm, M/f, mild BDSM
Excerpt from Winter Break
by Diana Hunter
All Rights Reserved
So
intent on her memories, Lynn missed the last step. Her arms flailed out as she
grabbed for the railing. Her fingers slipped and she fell toward the two men.
Strong arms caught her. Correction. Strong, dirty arms. Really dirty arms. An
odor wafted from him and she tried not to wrinkle her nose as she got her feet
under her. He smelled like he’d been crawling in a filthy basement.
Intent
on brushing the dirt off her coat and piecing back together her pride, she
didn’t look up, the words coming automatically. “I’m sorry. Missed the bottom
step. Stupid of me to . . . ”
“No
big deal. Glad I was here to catch you.”
Lynn
froze. She knew that voice. How many times had it whispered sweet nothings in
the darkness? At one time in her life, she’d intended to spend the rest of her
life with that voice. Except life hadn’t turned out that way at all.
Steeling herself, she looked up and into the
deep blue eyes she knew could set her blood on fire. Eyes that were wary now,
reflecting the unease Lynn felt. Crow’s feet had grown beside those eyes since
she’d seen him last, and his hair shone with a little silver mixed with the
black she remembered.
And
then he smiled, and the familiar dimples made her stomach flip over like they
had a hundred times before.
“Hello,
Lynn.”
“Tony.
Good to see you again.” To her surprise, her voice sounded normal. She put out
her hand to shake his, then pulled it back as he held up his dirty one. A
handshake wasn’t right between them. What she wanted was to throw herself into
his arms and hug him tight. More than hug him. Damn, but it wasn’t fair. How
could he have gotten even sexier with age?
“It’s
good to see you, too.”
They
stood, an awkwardness stretching between them. Then Muscle Man shifted and Lynn
smiled at the younger man. He was safe ground. She nodded in his direction,
glad for the distraction.
*
* * * *
Tony
tried not to stare at the woman his first love had grown into. Lynn had always
been pretty, but with age, she’d become beautiful. Short hair fit her, he
thought, trying to focus on the top of her head rather than those incredible
heart-shaped lips he’d rather be kissing.
And
here he stood, looking like something mauled and dragged in by the proverbial
cat.
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