The Forsaken Heart
Worldwide Release September 12, 2014
When Anna Graham marries Callum Hart she’ll get both the man she loves and her uncles’ agreement to take over the family ranch. Will the return of Jackson, her long-lost first love—and Cal’s brother—throw it all in jeopardy?
Cal has been in love with Anna for as long as he can remember. It was he who picked up the pieces of her broken heart when Jackson disappeared years ago. His brother’s sudden reappearance, just when it seems Anna is ready to love again, is mysterious—as is his father’s casual acceptance of the prodigal son’s return.
But is something more sinister going on? Someone seems determined to prove Anna incompetent to her uncles and insincere to Cal. With an arsonist on the loose and cattle dying, old secrets are exposed, and Anna and Cal face a challenge that will test their love far more than Jackson’s unexpected homecoming.
Anna wasn’t certain how a seduction was supposed to go, but she was pretty sure this wasn’t it.
She took another pull on her beer as she watched Callum dice fresh chilies and toss them into the sauce pan. It smelled heavenly, and her mouth watered, not only for the food, but for the man making it.
Damn Jackson and his crazy accusation. Callum was everything she wanted and needed. He had proven that when he’d spent the whole night helping to nurse dying Molly and protecting the other cows. They were good together, everyone said so. The fact her uncles were so keen on their marriage was just a bonus.
Her invitation, last night, to make love had surprised him. It had surprised her, too. If they hadn’t been interrupted she was almost positive she wouldn’t have pushed him away at the last minute. After today, she was certain the last vestiges of any power Jackson had over her emotions were gone. And to prove it, she was going to seduce her fiancé.
Anna had suggested she and Callum have dinner at the one-bedroom apartment he kept in town. She had chosen her clothes carefully, beginning with a candy-apple red satin bra and matching thong. She’d bought them on a whim when she’d been shopping for Shelby’s bridal shower present, figuring she should have some fancy lingerie of her own. Foregoing the usual camisole, the bra was clearly visible through the sheer ivory blouse, and the thong was essential to avoid panty-lines in the skin-tight short black skirt. But the masterpiece was Callum’s tie. She’d looped the gold and blue tie directly around her neck, rather than under her blouse’s collar. She loved the satiny feel of it against her skin as it hung down, hiding how few of the buttons she’d actually fastened on the blouse.
She slipped out of the house as quickly and quietly as possible in the three-inch heels she knew elongated her legs, but they were as uncomfortable as hell. She grabbed a trench coat from the rack on her way by, modesty requiring some coverage before she got to her destination. She didn’t want to have to explain her attire. Well, no explanation would have been required. Anyone who saw her would know exactly what was on her mind.
Anyone, except maybe Callum.
I’ve been a writer all my life but returned to my love of fiction after more than 20 years in the world of corporate communications–although some might argue there is plenty of opportunity for fiction-writing there, too. I have a Master’s degree in journalism and an undergraduate degree in psychology. A fan of many genres, I am drawn to contemporary romance and enjoy creating deeply emotional stories with elements of mystery and suspense.
I live in eastern Ontario with my wonderful husband, two fabulous children, a rescued cat, two Siberian Huskies, and assorted aquatic wildlife.
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