Cross - Locke, Adriana

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Résumé :
Cross Jacobs was a screw-up. Everyone knew it, especially him, and the point was hammered home when Kallie Welch drove herself right out of his life. But, she's back. Seeing Cross wasn't on Kallie's to-do list. She didn't think she could avoid him forever but trying never hurt anyone. One minute, she's standing by herself, and the next, she's accosted by a rich, velvety scent that could only belong to one man: Cross. At face value, he's divine. He's rugged and confident, with a smile that melts her right where she's standing. It doesn't take long to find him charming, witty, and the owner of a few legitimate businesses- not at all like the mischievous boy she left. He laughs, and her heart flutters. With a touch of his hand, she's dizzy. She's pretty certain she's going to die when he pulls her into an embrace and touches his lips to her forehead. It feels right. It feels so right. But is it?

Biographie:
USA Today Bestselling author, Adriana Locke, writes contemporary romances about the two things she knows best-big families and small towns. Her stories are about ordinary people finding extraordinary love with the perfect combination of heart, heat, and humor.She loves connecting with readers, fall weather, football, reading alpha heroes, everything pumpkin, and pretending to garden.Hailing from a tiny town in the Midwest, Adriana spends her free time with her high school sweetheart (who she married over twenty years ago) and their four sons (who truly are her best work). Her kitchen may be a perpetual disaster, and if all else fails, there is always pizza.Learn more at adrianalocke.com....

Sommaire:
Cross Jacobs was a screw-up. Everyone knew it, especially him, and the point was hammered home when Kallie Welch drove herself right out of his life. But, she's back. Seeing Cross wasn't on Kallie's to-do list. She didn't think she could avoid him forever but trying never hurt anyone. One minute, she's standing by herself, and the next, she's accosted by a rich, velvety scent that could only belong to one man: Cross. At face value, he's divine. He's rugged and confident, with a smile that melts her right where she's standing. It doesn't take long to find him charming, witty, and the owner of a few legitimate businesses- not at all like the mischievous boy she left. He laughs, and her heart flutters. With a touch of his hand, she's dizzy. She's pretty certain she's going to die when he pulls her into an embrace and touches his lips to her forehead. It feels right. It feels so right. But is it?...