The You I’ve Always Dreamed Of

He’s having a hard time minding his own business when it comes to the one woman he’s never been able to get out of his head…or his heart.

Eva Channing had no idea that a trip to see an old friend, to visit old haunts, to relive a past she’d been too young to appreciate and too inexperienced to handle would flip her current life upside down but it has. Now everywhere she turns, Carson Brandt is there reminding her of what they had. What she’s never been able to forget…and isn’t sure she wants to.

Carson put Eva behind him ages ago—or so he thought. But when their paths cross again unexpectedly, he’s forced to face the truth: He’s never gotten over her. He shouldn’t have looked her up afterward. He should’ve kept her consigned to the part of his life that’s long gone. He’s good at doing that. Thing is, she’s been keeping a secret all this time. One she had no right to keep. Not from him.

A secret named Zack.

“… a beautiful, contemporary romance about two emotionally scarred people who have come to a crossroads of their lives. I would recommend this book to anyone.” Katrina E., Amazon reviewer

Finally they reached the door to the gymnasium. He put a hand flat on the sign that said, “No Admittance—Photographic Equipment in Use,” and pushed. The cavernous room, dimly lit and darkly shadowed, echoed the sound of Eva’s laughter.

“What are we doing in here, besides breaking more than a few rules?”

“We’re adults. The rules are for the kids.”

“We’re chaperones.”

‘Most of the kids are gone. The chaperone ratio won’t be undermined if you slip out for a quickie.”

A quickie?” she asked, and her eyes flashed. Even in the dimly lit room, her eyes flashed.

He placed his hands on her shoulders. His palms skimmed both red silk and flesh. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on this dress since I walked into your bedroom.”

“You have?”

He nodded, skated his fingers down the line of her spine and dragged his palms to her sides. He measured both the strength and the muscles of her back, and the decidedly female indentation of her waist. “I’ve wanted to get you out of this dress since I walked into your bedroom.”

“I don’t think this is the time or place.”

Her voice quivered, and he knew she was only giving lip service. His hands had reached her stomach now. He opened his fingers wide and pressed upward, cupped the fullness of her breasts. “I’m going to get beneath this dress and I’m not going to wait until we get back to your bedroom.”

“Here? Now?”

Her unbound nipples pebbled in the center of his palms, and she pulled in a thready breath when he tugged. “Now? Yes. Here?” He glanced around. “Not exactly.”

He took her hand and drew her forward, past the doorway to the weight room, the dressing room, and then around the corner and down the narrow aisle that separated the gymnasium bleachers from the wall.

And there in the darkest corner, he blocked her body with the bulk of his, reached behind her, and tugged up the hem of her dress to expose her bare bottom and her garters.

“Carson. I don’t think we should be here.”

He didn’t care what she thought. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed. “Unzip my pants.”