About Tell Me Again
As a teenager, Samantha Carlton used a career in modeling to break free from her painful childhood—walking away from her reckless twin sister, an alcoholic mother, and the boy she loved. Yet she never outran the guilt of abandoning her family. When the past shows up on her doorstep in the form of her late sister’s daughter, Sam opens her home and her heart to the girl she never knew existed. But it’s not so easy to face the man she left behind…
Sam had shattered Trevor Kincaid’s heart, and he’d sought comfort in her sister’s arms. But he’d pledged to shield his daughter, Grace, from the drama that followed the Carlton women. Now Grace has tracked down Sam, and Trevor is forced to deal with the one woman he wanted to forget.
History has a way of repeating itself, and the sparks between Sam and Trevor reignite an old flame. But as much as Sam wants a new future, is walking away again easier than risking her heart for a second chance at love?
Excerpt:
Trevor’s hand settled over hers, squeezing gently.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It was a jackass thing to say, and I’m sorry.”
She didn’t pull away her hand, but she wouldn’t look at him, either. “Part of you believes it.”
“That’s not—”
“Part of me believes it,” she said with a harsh laugh, yanking on the latch and in doing so, shaking off his touch. “I may not want to hear it, but that doesn’t make it less true. It was another form of selling myself . . . my face . . . a promise of something that wasn’t real. And the way I acted supported it. God, the things she’s seen if she’s Googled me.”
She opened the door and stepped into the shed, wiping down the bow and placing it in its case on the shelf. The familiar movements settled her frayed nerves. When she turned, Trevor was blocking her way out.
He moved closer, crowding her, and then reached for her when she would have turned away again. “You’re real and you’re not the person you were before,” he said, cupping her face with his hands.
They were warm, the pads of his fingers slightly callused. Her eyes drifted closed as a thousand sparks buzzed along her skin, a tremor of awareness moving up and down her body, lighting the dormant fires of need and want she’d safely buried.
Nothing about Trevor was safe.
“Look at me, Sam.”
She did, meeting the intensity of his pale blue eyes. The golden slivers that ringed them seemed to glow with desire as he looked at her. Desire for her.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “You got out of that town. Away from your mother and all the bad shit that filled her world. You made a life for yourself, and I can’t fault you for that.”
“It could have been different for all of us. I wanted to take you with me. I wanted you and Bryce both to—”
“I know, honey.” He leaned in, brushed his mouth across hers. The touch was featherlight, and his lips were soft, completely at odds with the hard strength of the rest of him. His hands cradled her, making her feel cherished. The gentle pressure of his mouth made her feel wanted.
It was embarrassing how much she craved this wanting. Trevor was the only man who had ever expected her to be more than a pretty face. He saw her, and while it was terrifying to think she might come up lacking, it was also exhilarating.
Despite her fears and doubts, she deepened the kiss. She invited him in, shyly tangled her tongue with his. He moaned, and the sound was like a hundred gold stars for good behavior. It gave her confidence to press her body to his, to twine her fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Not surprisingly, they fit together perfectly. In this way, they always had. His kiss turned demanding and Sam met each of his silent claims with a demand of her own. Desire swirled through her and when his hand skimmed down her neck to trace the hollow at the base of her throat, she sucked in a breath.
And wanted.
God, how she wanted.
More. Everything. To pretend like nothing else mattered except this moment.
But it did.
Sam couldn’t forget the past that had shaped her and the fact that he’d kept her from her sister’s child.
Gasping for air, she pulled away, pressing her fingers to lips that were swollen from Trevor’s kisses.
“We have to get back to Grace,” she said, ignoring the rough edge to her voice. The need still pulsing through her.
Trevor gave a small nod and placed his hands on his hips. His chest rose and fell in the same way hers did, and it was a slight comfort to know she wasn’t the only one struggling to regain control at this moment.
They were silent as they left the shed. Trevor shut the door and locked it but took Sam’s hand as they moved toward the path. The sky was beginning to streak with patterns of pink and gold. She felt suspended in this quiet corner of her property, the forest around them lending to the intimacy of the moment.
“I will apologize for a lot of things when it comes to you,” he said, lifting her knuckles to his mouth. “But not for kissing you.”
“We shouldn’t go there,” she whispered, even though she wanted to go there so badly it left a gaping hole in her heart.
“We’ll see about that,” he answered with a wry smile. “Getting my hands on you seems to be the only thing I’m clear about right now. ”
Top 5 Things You Need to Know About Trevor Kincaid
- He’s a contractor so you know he’s good with his hands.
- His daughter means the world to him. So much so that when she was little, he learned to braid hair and could throw a mean tea party.
- He thinks women are most beautiful with no makeup, preferably waking up in his bed.
- He can rock a pair of low slung jeans like nobody’s business.
- Trevor likes to believe he’s strong, but Sam Carlton may be his one weakness.
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About Michelle Major
Michelle Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her readers at www.michellemajor.com.
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