Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Storming The Castle

Man (or woman) plans and God laughs. Have you ever had a whole scenario planned out in your head and have it fall completely apart on you? I have, more times than I can count. Things for Faith didn’t turn out exactly as she’d planned, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do something about it.

Faith heard his footsteps going back down the stairs as she opened the pillowcase with her things. He’d packed a brush, deodorant, a toothbrush, her oversize sleep shirt, a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top.

Apparently, he didn’t feel bras or underwear were necessary.

Did she?

Her stomach flipped and then dropped to her toes. Did she want to have sex with Sam?
Duh, yes! her libido practically screamed, trying to drown out her common sense. That’s why she’d worn the thong and fancy bra. They’d come from Walmart, not Victoria’s Secret, but they weren’t her usual boring white cotton.

In her mind, when she’d allowed herself to think about it, she’d come back from girls’ night a little tipsy, see Sam, and let him seduce her. In her daydreams, she hadn’t had to make the decision outright, she could just let things happen.

Standing in the bathroom with her makeup off and her dress wrinkled, stone-cold sober after talking to the police had not been part of her plan. She laughed ruefully at herself. Thirty years old and she was afraid to make a move on a man.

“Faith? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I was just wondering if you had something against underwear as you didn’t pack any for me.”

“Must have forgotten.” He didn’t sound at all contrite. In fact, Faith could hear the laughter in his voice. She had no doubt those eyes and his smile had managed to get many a woman out of her panties with very little effort on his part.


Sam Castleton has fame, houses all over the world, and one really big problem—he’s got an album due and he can’t write. All he wants is a quiet place to get his head straight. Dale, Georgia, seems like the perfect quiet spot to try to hear the music again and get some lyrics down on paper.

With her daughter’s paternal grandparents making a sudden appearance and the difficulties of running her own lodge and being a single mom, Faith Adams doesn’t have the time to worry about the mysterious stranger staying in one of her cottages, no matter how sexy he is.

Her newest guest may be surly, but his money is good, so she’s willing to overlook his surly nature. If only she could ignore the way he awakens a searing hunger in her…

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About the author:
Arianna Hart enjoys spending time with her family, reading anything she can get her hands on, and of course writing! She’d love to spend her days on a beach with a drink in one hand and a book in the other, but until she wins the lottery she’ll just have to settle for chasing her girls around the pool. 


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