Title: Fishing
Hole (Coal Country
#1)
Author:
Hillary
DeVisser
Release Date: Oct
22, 2015
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The old saying might be that
you can’t go home again, but Jesse Fraser was well past the point in
her life where she was going to be told what she could and couldn’t
do. With the ink on her divorce papers barely dry, she loaded her sons, their
belongings and headed south towards home, away from her toxic ex-husband,
Drake. She was more than ready to get back to the small town where she was
raised.
Cornfields, gentle hills and
the welcoming faces of her parents reassured her that she had made the right
choice. Jesse looked forward to giving her sons a chance to experience a slower
pace and a fresh start. What she hadn’t planned on was the rush of
memories and the intense pull of the arms of her old high school flame, Levi
Murray.
While Jesse wasn’t
sure that her life needed any new complications, one thing was certain; Levi
wasn’t alone in thinking Jesse was a welcome addition back in their
hometown. Cole Green, a man as intense as he was sexy, had other ideas on how
Jesse should be welcomed home.
For the first time in years,
Jesse had the chance to live her life the way she wanted it, free from the
restrictive black cloud she lived under in her unhappy marriage with
Drake. While Drake made ashes of her past, she was now free to choose
between the fiery spark of her high school flame, or the slow burn of a new
romance.
“You have this unnerving
way of looking at me like you might know what I’m
thinking,” she said, smiling up at
him.
He leaned in and touched his
lips to hers, a warm, soft contrast to the coldness of his face from the chill
in the air outside. “I do, do I?” he said, pulling away
from her. “Maybe I do,” he said, bending down to pick up
her bag. “That’s a scary thought, huh? Maybe I’m
psychic,” he said, his sea colored eyes flickering appreciatively
down her long frame.
“Hmm,” she
said, tilting her head one way and then another like she was pondering the
great mysteries of the universe. “Maybe that explains it,”
she said, turning from him to gather up her coat and handing it to his
outstretched hands so that he could help her into
it.
“Explains what?”
he asked, brow wrinkled.
“Two things,
really,” she said as they stepped outside her door, Jesse turning to
lock the house. Looking back at him, she held his gaze, “You never
look at me like I’m a puzzle you’re trying to figure out.
Maybe you already know what I’m thinking,” she said as they
made their way out to his
truck.
He walked around and opened the
passenger side door for her and said, “You said two things.
What’s the
other?”
“You always touch me
where I want it next,” she said, fully aware that the glass of wine
she had sipped had nothing to do with that admission. She was done playing
careful cat and mouse. She watched his face and saw the color of his eyes
deepen from the ocean on a sunny day to the color of the water at sunset. My
God, he was an intense man. Whatever was rolling around inside him was
certainly stirred up.
He leaned into the cab of the
truck and put his hand on her neck, cradling her head like she was the most
precious, breakable thing he’d ever held. Cole leaned his face next
to hers, his lips a mere inch from hers, and looked hard into her eyes. He kissed
her then with a heat and intensity that would’ve made her knees weak,
had she been standing. He issued a low groan that could’ve been a
growl, and she felt her knees instinctively part. Before she even saw him move
she felt his hand between her legs, fingers splayed against her lower belly,
thumb pressing right on her center. Jesse gasped at the unexpected contact,
which encouraged him to press slightly harder. Jesse moved her head forward and
down, leaning her forehead against his. Her eyes were shut against
the pleasure-pain of it, wanting nothing more than Cole inside her at that
moment. He removed his hand and looked hard into her eyes. He backed up,
breathing as heavily as she was, and shut the door to the truck. She was beyond
turned on and beyond thankful that the night was a dark
one.
I'm a small town
Midwestern 30-Something, fully in love with corn fields, rolling hills, high
school sports and knowing everybody's business.
My true loves are my family,
bodice-ripper romance novels, country drives on sunny days and uninterrupted
reading time.
When I'm not chasing
after my kids, being spelled at, or stepping on broken crayons, I’m
typing as fast as my fingers can carry me, spinning yarns and drumming up ideas
for the second book in the Coal Country Series, as well as finishing up a
romantic comedy/chick lit story that I love.
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