His to
Cherish by Stacey Lynn
Publication Date: November 15th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Loveswept
Synopsis:
Can two hearts entwined by hardship move on to
form a healthy bond? From the author of His to Love and His
to Protect, this tender, bittersweet romance brings together a man who
loses everything—and a woman with everything to give.
Chelsea Dwyer arrives home from her job at the middle-school library in Latham
Hills, Michigan, expecting another quiet evening—until she hears the screams
for help through her living room window. As the first witness to a terrible
accident involving two local students, Chelsea doesn’t anticipate how her own
life will be irrevocably changed by the father of one of the boys. In the wake
of tragedy, she’s the only one who seems to understand his grief. Chelsea’s a
survivor, too—and she knows that there are brighter days ahead.
As a single father, Aidan Deveraux worked his entire life to provide a stable
home for his son, Derrick. Without him, Aidan feels the deepest despair
imaginable. The one thing that keeps him going is his connection with the woman
who tried to save his son. Hard as he tries, Aidan just can’t stay away.
Chelsea’s warm embrace is the comforting solace he desperately craves—and it doesn’t
hurt that Aidan had noticed the beautiful librarian and wanted to ask her out
for years. Now that she’s in his life, he doesn’t ever want to let go.
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Excerpt:
“Talk to me.”
I opened my mouth to speak before snapping it closed. Anything
I had to say would make me seem like an overemotional, crazy drunk woman. I
wasn’t prepared for that kind of humiliation. Thankfully I hadn’t drunk enough
to make my filter disappear.
“I’m just tired,”I said to satisfy him. By his scowl, he
didn’t believe me.
His tongue slid along his bottom lip, and I inhaled a gasp of
air. I needed it. Perhaps the alcohol caused my lungs to stop working
correctly.
His eyes darted back and forth between mine. I frowned,
wondering what he was looking for and what he saw.
Did he see the insecure girl who had to continually say
goodbye to everyone she loved but tried like hell to hide the emptiness that
brought?
“You’re always there for me.”
My nose twitched. “It’s not a problem.”
He nodded slowly, just once. I watched something happen in his
eyes and then looked down as he fidgeted on his feet, shifting his weight. He
seemed nervous, which made no sense.
His hand on my chin moved slowly to the back of my neck,
cupping me and bringing me closer to him. He was a breath away from me, his face
so close to mine, when he roughly whispered, “But I haven’t thanked you.”
“It’s not necessary—”
His lips hit mine. My eyes flew open and I gasped, opening my
mouth. Instantly, his tongue pressed in, circling my tongue and tasting me. Oh
. . . my . . . gosh. It was like heaven and hell wrapped up in the prettiest
package I could ever receive. Better than a blue box with a silver ribbon from
Tiffany.
He tasted better than I thought he would—clean and crisp—and I
leaned in, wanting more.
No, I didn’t lean in. I melted.
My tongue tangled with his and a moan escaped my throat.
It was that sound that had both of us snapping back to
reality.
He pulled away and my mouth was still open, my brain working
too slowly to process what just happened, how absolutely incredible it felt . .
. and the look of regret all over his face.
“Shit.”Aidan’s fingers dropped from my neck and I stood on my
front porch completely dumbfounded as both of his hands flew to his neck,
clasping at the back. He looked up at the sky and gritted out, “Fuck.”
“Aidan,”I said, reaching out for him. He dodged my touch and
spun on his heels.
“I gotta go.”
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the other books in the series:
Each can be read as a standalone.
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About the Author
Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and
four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a
war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her
children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her
family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a
bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since
before she could drive herself to the library.
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