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About the Book:

Kelsey McDade realizes that her love life is one and done. Her last—and only—relationship left her broken and afraid and more than ready to be alone for the long haul. But sexy-charming vineyard manager Luke Westcott pushes all of her buttons in the right way and makes her wonder if she ought to try again.

In nearly twenty-eight years, Luke’s most successful romance has been with the outdoors. Currently single, he’s happy to pour all of his energy into his new winery until Kelsey provokes feelings he didn’t know he was capable of. He can envision their future together—if she’ll let down her guard.

When the ghost of Kelsey’s past causes her to slam on the brakes, Luke is ready to fight for her, even if it means sacrificing himself in the process. Convinced she’s only made wrong choices in the past, Kelsey must decide if Luke—and their love—is worth the greatest risk of all.

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Excerpt:

“I’m going to come stay with you for a few days. On one condition.”

Luke finished his beer. “Anything.”

“No hanky-panky.”

He laughed so hard, he snorted. “What year is this, 1953? Hanky-panky?”

Kelsey giggled. “What would you call it?”

He leaned back and huffed out a breath while he crossed his arms and adopted a pensive pose. “I don’t know. Monkey business?”

She sputtered out a laugh. “Monkey business?” The laugh grew to a guffaw until near-hysteria set in as he joined her. She fought to take a breath and pushed out the word, “Chicanery?”

He howled even louder, slapping his hand on the table. “How about fooling around?”

Tears spilled from her eyes and her face began to hurt from laughing so hard. It was one of those conversations that probably wouldn’t have been funny to anyone else, but in that moment, they were consumed by uncontainable hilarity. “We are firmly planted in 1953. There are apparently no words—none—to describe sexytimes in twenty-first century speak.”

“Sexytimes works.” He poured himself more beer and took a long drink. “God, I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. Okay, so no sexytimes. Does that include kissing? Because I’m kind of hoping I get to do that with you again soon.”

“Wouldn’t that be dangerous? I could see kissing leading to—let me borrow a word from 1953 again—petting, and petting leading to the afore-mentioned sexytimes. In fact, I would argue that kissing is sexytimes.”

He pouted. “Damn, your argument is sound.”

“So no sexytimes while I’m staying with you.”

“Wait, none at all? Or just none in the house?” He looked at her with such hope in his gaze, and he was so gorgeous with his stubble and that square jaw and those dark, hot-as-coals eyes.

“Let me think about that.”

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