With: Kelsie Leverich
That’s a bit harder of a question than it initially seems. Would you agree?
I mean, we’ve all at some point in our lives—probably many points—had a second chance. The universe is great about throwing those little do-overs our way. And for that I’m grateful, because Lord knows I’ve needed my share of do-overs.
But there are times you don’t get that second chance. Sometimes there’s no going back, no changing the past, and regretfully, no do-overs. So we learn, right? Or at least we try to learn. We pick ourselves up and we move forward.
Except sometimes, moving forward seems impossible.
And a broken heart will do that to you.
In my newest release, Lovers Restored, the hero (Cooper) and heroine (Halle) aren’t just broken-hearted, they’re broken. Forced apart by a devastating tragedy, Cooper and Halle try the best they can to move on. But when Halle returns to her little home town of Glenley, Indiana ten years later, they find that time and distance did little to bury the guilt—and the desire—they share. They might not have a second chance at their past, but they have a second chance at love. And in my opinion, those are the second chances worth risking it all for.
The passion and undeniable need between these two is explosive. Longing sizzles between them, potent and insatiable. Though blissful nights spent in Halle's arms heal the bitterness in Cooper's heart, they know they have no future…until they let go of the past that brought them together again. Sexy and raw and emotional, Lovers Restored is so much more than just a second chance romance, yet all they needed was that second chance.
She stepped into him, and when her breasts grazed his chest, his lips parted, and for a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. And God, she wanted it—needed it even. But instead, he pressed against her, the solid weight of his body forcing her feet to back step until she was once again strained against the front door.
“What are you doing, Halle?”
She knew his words were meant to intimidate her, but instead, they warmed flutters in her stomach as the gravelly intonation smoothed across her skin.
Holding her own, she leveled her eyes on his. “I should ask you the same thing.”
His palm connected with the door, and the steel in his eyes returned. “Are you trying to test my temper? Weaken my control?”
Exasperated, she sighed. Flattening her hands on his chest, she shoved at him, except he didn’t budge, not even a little. “It’s obvious I don’t need to test your temper when it comes to me. You’ve got that pretty much perfected. And if anyone’s control is weakening, it’s mine,” she said, making sure to keep her eyes focused on his.
“You think your control is weakening?”
“Yes.” She knew it was.
A groan tore from his throat. “You have no idea.” Then his mouth slammed onto hers, devouring her as he cupped the sides of her face.
He delved past her lips and invaded her mouth, sweeping his tongue over hers. Her legs went weak beneath her as he deepened their kiss, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip while his fingertips slipped into her hair. Desperation swirled through her, and she crawled up his body, trying to get closer, yearning for even a sample of the alleviation she knew he could provide her.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, a warning tugged, foretelling the injuries her reckless body would inflict on her heart. But she couldn’t find it in her to stop. This—his arms holding her, his mouth consuming her, his body crushing her—she needed this. She missed this.
New York Times bestselling author Kelsie Leverich lives in Indiana with her husband, two adorable monsters—who are better known as her kids—and her three little fur babies. Whether she is reading it or writing it, Kelsie is a sucker for romance. Add some toe-curling passion and she’s done for. When not writing, she can usually be found behind the chair at the salon, or out on the lake with friends and family.
Kelsie is a lipstick junkie, nail polish hoarder, and lover of words. She is most definitely not a morning person, has a soft spot for animals, loves musicals, hates seafood, and thinks laundry is the source of all evil.