Series: The Steeple Town Series #1
Can time forgive the mistakes of the past?
Lila Crofton flees the town of Steeple when she learns of her boyfriend, Trevor Matheson's, betrayal. Trevor's one-night stand proves to be too much for the young lovers. Lila won't stick around and watch the only man she's ever loved move on with another. She heads to the city and starts over.
Six years later, recently divorced Sheriff Trevor Matheson is picking up the pieces of his life. When his high school sweetheart, Lila, returns to Steeple to bury her father, Trevor sees it as a sign. He's getting over a failed marriage and she's grieving the loss of her dad. They need one another. The timing couldn't be more perfect.
Can the two overcome the ghosts of their past and rekindle a love lost? Is there a second chance in their future, or is their stolen love gone forever?
Can time forgive the mistakes of the past?
After a six year absence, Lila Crofton has returned to her hometown of Steeple to bury her father. Hopefully she can avoid Trevor Matheson, her ex-boyfriend, long enough to take care of her business and get back to the city. With everything she’s dealing with the last thing she needs is to run into the man who betrayed her and broke her heart.
Recently divorced Sheriff Trevor Matheson is picking up the pieces of his life. When his high school sweetheart, Lila, returns to Steeple, Trevor sees it as a sign. He’s getting over a failed marriage and she’s grieving the loss of her dad. They need one another. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. But can they move past the events that tore them apart six years ago?
Is there a second chance in their future, or is their stolen love gone forever?
Content Warning: contains graphic sex and strong language
Note: This book has been previously published.
As Trevor helped Lila up the porch steps, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his jaw. She hadn’t taken her hands off him since they’d left Tate’s.
“I love to feel your stubble.” She ran her fingers along his cheek. “It’s sexy.”
“Keys?” He held out his hand and waited as she dug through her bag. She had him rock hard and ready to go. The fact that she’d rested her hand on his thigh the whole ride home hadn’t helped matters. It was the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, but that didn’t make it any easier not to respond.
“Here they are.” She dropped them into his hand. “Come inside with me.”
He opened the door and led her into the foyer. As soon as he let her go, she stumbled forward. He caught her by the waist and pulled her against him. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her lips.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Her warm breath caressed his mouth.
More than you know.
“Let me help you upstairs. I don’t want you to fall down the steps.” He scooped her up and carried her to the staircase. She was so light and dainty. She was still his perfect fit.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She placed soft, open-mouth kisses along his neck as he made his way to her old bedroom. He remembered sneaking up those steps many times, while her father slept down the hall. They still creaked, but this time he didn’t have to worry about getting caught.
“Of course I want to kiss you.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder and set her down by the bed.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him. He swiped the hair from her face, took her chin between his fingers, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
She opened one eye and peered at him, waiting for more. “That’s it?” Disappointment flooded her beautiful features.
“For tonight.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “I want you to remember when I kiss you.”
“I’ll remember.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re not easy to forget.”
He pried her arms from his body. “Believe me, I want to, but not tonight.”
“Because four hours ago you ran away from me,” he said. “Something made you run. Tell me why.” He may not have wanted to take advantage of her physically while she was intoxicated, but he didn’t see why he couldn’t let her drunken lips tell him what she was afraid of.
“You can’t what?” He needed to know what she thought about the two of them.
“I’m tired now.” She lifted her dress over her head and tossed it in the corner of the room. She stood before him in nothing but her white push-up bra and matching lace thong.
“Hell.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her toned, tanned body. He mindlessly licked his lips when he discovered her rose-colored nipples poking through the thin, silky material of her bra. Struggling with himself, he tried not to lower his gaze. He lost the battle as he greedily took in her scantily covered sex.
“Want to kiss me now?” She ran her fingers down her neck and over her breasts. “Want to touch me like this?” She moved her hand down her stomach and to the waistband of her panties.
He stepped closer to her and grabbed her wrist. He had to get her to stop or he’d lose all control.
“You want to do it?”
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.