The help only he can offer…
Cypress Pointe, Florida, is a long way from LA, where pop singer Cassie Branford needs a hit to prove she’s not a twoalbum wonder. But her case of writer’s block could be over when the struggling songwriter meets Luke Hastings at a family wedding.
The legendary musician walked away from success at the height of his career. Yet Luke is already inspiring Cassie with his dedication to building a permanent community outreach center for troubled teens. Volunteering to help bring music into these kids’ lives is also bringing her and Luke closer. Maybe they’re not as different as he thinks…
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About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author Tara Randel has enjoyed a lifelong love of books, especially romance and mystery genres, so it didn’t come as a surprise when she began writing with the dream of becoming published. Family values, mystery and, of course, love and romance are her favorite themes, because she believes love is the greatest gift of all. Tara lives on the West Coast of Florida, where gorgeous sunsets inspire the creation of heartwarming stories, filled with love, laughter and the occasional mystery.
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~ Excerpt ~
“Maybe it’s time.”
“To start again?”
“How about with me?” she asked, her voice small.
He froze. He’d thought about working with her. But the memory of their kisses stopped him. He’d been romantically involved with his last partner. He wasn’t sure he wanted to travel that same path with Cassie. He wanted something different with her.
“Forget I mentioned it,” she said, her actions jerky as she jumped up and began to clear the table. Dishes in hand, she scrambled past him until he stopped her by laying a hand on her arm. Their gazes met and he glimpsed the uncertainty there. He’d made her unsure of herself and hated it. Wanted the confident, joyous woman back.
He rose. With a slow motion, he lowered her arm until the plates settled on the table. Easing closer, he slid both hands over her cheeks. His thumbs brushed her lips, catching the soft sigh escaping there. A gull cried out in the distance. The breeze stirred up the salty ocean air. Static moments stretched between them before he lowered his head, brushing his hungry lips over hers.
Home. Kissing her was like coming home. Something he hadn’t allowed himself to dream about in a very long time. He’d shut that part of his yearnings away, thinking he’d never have another chance. That the Klub would be his only family. Until tonight. Until this woman.
The looming shadows surrounded them. He savored this stolen moment with Cassie, unsure if they’d share this special connection again.
As her arms circled his waist, his hands slipped into her hair. He slowly freed the neatly bound braid, silky strands running through his fingers. A hint of the berry scent he’d come to associate with Cassie escaped and mingled with the warm night. The kiss went deeper, turning his world upside down. His heart, so long still, beat in an erratic pace. All because Cassie walked into his life.
In the enormity of the situation, his hands trembled. Cassie, sensing a shift, broke the kiss and moved back, releasing him from her gentle embrace.
“What’s happening?” she whispered, her eyes glittering in the last of the setting sun.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I like it.”