The Remingtons: Proof of Love
USA Today Best Selling Author C.M. Albert
Dez Wright bed hops because it’s easier to let a man
between her legs than into her heart. After the death of her college sweetheart
in a motorcycle accident that leaves Dez with a bum knee and a shattered heart,
she throws all of her passion and energy into the one thing that can't hurt
her: her flourishing photography career.
Mitch Michaelson thought he was dead the day he
wrestled a pissed-off shark snorkeling off the Hawaiian coast with a model
whose name he can hardly remember. But the tryst in paradise cost him more than
his arm; it destroyed his career as a famous iron sculptor. After years of
intense therapy, Mitch is finally rebuilding a new life working with kids at
the community center in his sleepy North Carolina town.
When Dez blows into Arden’s Glen looking to take his
picture for some do-gooder coffee table book, Mitch wants no part of it. He's
put his glamorous past where it belongs and wants nothing more than to lay low,
help the kids in his community, and be left alone. When fate steps in and
brings the two together to help their friends and a troubled kid in need, will
a couple of photographs and a magical one-night stand be all the proof of love
they need? Or will their two stubborn hearts stay hell-bent on keeping their
walls in place and playing it safe forever?
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Excerpt:
I felt his presence before I saw him. A masculine energy washed over me while I stood there on the patio, daydreaming as I gazed into the dancing flames of orange and yellow that licked the wall of the fire pit.
“You
must be the infamous Dez.”
I
held my breath for a moment, on the precipice of knowing and not knowing.
Afraid to face the curl of sexual energy tugging me in his direction. I heard
his weight shift as he climbed the last step and joined me on the patio.
I
turned to face him, a practiced, sexual smile curving on my lips before I could
stop it. My eyes slammed into familiar, dark, piercing ones and the smile
slipped from my mouth, crashing to the weathered floorboards beneath our feet.
“Newman,” I hissed out. For some reason, the old Jerry Seinfeld reference
tumbled from my lips with an ease I found disturbing.
His
mouth turned up at the corner, amusement reaching his dark brown eyes. “Jerry,”
he bantered, laughing. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“I’m
surprised you didn’t run me off the porch first, since you’re so good at it.” I
crossed my arms over my body, the chill of the night settling in my bones as I
stood there, not sure what to make of this gorgeous man who was now staring me
down.
“Wow.”
He nodded his head, running his hand through his thick, brown hair before
turning away. He gazed out at the woods, the lake nearly impossible to see
under the blanket of darkness. He turned to face me. “This is awkward,” he
said. “Can we start over? For our friends’ sake?”
I
looked him up and down, my eyes caressing the jeans he was filling out nicely
and the black sweater that hugged his chest with precision. He was even better
looking over firelight than he’d been earlier in the day, but it wasn’t enough
to sway my first impression of him. “I don’t know. It’s not every day I nearly
get run off the road, plowed into at the market, and then almost made into
roadkill all at the hands of the same man. I’m not sure I want to start over
again,” I said with sincerity.
He
scrutinized me for a moment, his brow crinkling in the glow of the flames. And
damn if his thoughtful glare didn’t about melt my panties off.
“Look, first of
all, you pulled out in front of me at the Vega Farm. I was driving down the
street minding my own business when this”—he waved his hand in the air,
grappling for the right word—“tourist, not familiar with our roads, pulls out
in front of me and nearly made me swerve off the road.”
“Did
you just call me a tourist?” I stepped closer to him and poked him on the chest.
Not a good idea. It was a solid wall of muscle. I tempered my libido and
steeled myself against his Superman good looks. “I did not pull out in front of
you. You were speeding,” I huffed. “I was the one who almost landed in the
ditch.”
He
rolled his eyes. “You know I was only going about twenty, right?”
“You
are so infuriating,” I seethed.
“And
you are adorable when you’re acting all righteous,” he said.
C.M. Alber's Other Remington Kindle World Stories
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Full of grief and jaded by love, corporate
philanthropist Egan MacGuire is given two options by his boss: take a leave of
absence or kiss his job goodbye. A road trip with a friend is just the distraction
Egan needs to figure out how to get his life back on track.
Celeste St. Angelo left the bright lights and big
city for the mountains of North Carolina to open the next phase of her
flourishing Angel Therapy business, a healing and wellness center. With the
grand opening looming she has no time for distractions, especially love.
About C.M. Albert
USA Today Best Selling Author C.M. Albert writes
heartwarming romances that are both "sexy and flirty, sweet and
dirty!" Her writing infuses a healthy blend of humor, inspiration, and
romance. She’s a sucker for a good villain, but is a die-hard believer in
everlasting love. In her spare time, she and her husband wrangle their two
young kids and enjoy spending time outdoors. When not writing or kid wrangling,
C.M. Albert is also a book editor, Reiki practitioner, chocolate chip cookie
aficionado, kindness ambassador, and seeker of naps.
You can find C.M. Albert
online at:
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