THE REMINGTONS join the LOVE IN BLOOM series by New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. This 5-book steamy contemporary romance series features alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're flawed, funny, passionate, and very relatable to readers who enjoy new adult romance, contemporary romance, and women's fiction.
Any of Miles Sharp’s ex-girlfriends would agree that his top priority has always been installing wells in developing countries. After all, he has never met a woman who is more important than his job. So when an attractive and seemingly unprepared botanist is sent to Honduras to help him with a problem, he makes it clear that he works best alone.
Inspiration from her late father gives Kara Mason the courage to leave the safety of her home to chase her dreams. If she wants her non-profit program to succeed, she must rely on Miles’s translating help to convince the ranchers of El Punto the answer to their water issues is planting bamboo.
As their attraction grows, Miles wonders if she is a woman he could put first. But if Kara leaves before he can decide, they’ll have to go back to their solitary lives unless he takes a chance and gives in to love.
She placed her hand on the bull’s forehead and gave it a scratch before leaning down. A sudden twitch of its head caught Kara off balance. With her eyes on the horns, she teetered, and fell into the red sludge. Her chest, arms and legs landed with a splat in the mud. Although surprised, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Snickers joined hers, as Miles’s hands grabbed her and with some effort, lifted her upright. Clay-covered and stiff, she allowed herself to get spun around. His lips pulled into a broad grin as he tugged her close.
“Watch out, I’ll get you dirty,” she murmured.
“Too late. Are you okay?” he asked, ignoring her muddy hands touching his forearms and pulled away to look her over.
Kara’s eyes trailed up to his face and caught there. Instead of answering, she nodded her head in small movements. Every second that passed, she began to notice what it was like having arms wrapped around her and the rise and fall of a strong chest. She’d never felt like she belonged anywhere like she did in his arms.
She took a chance and slipped one of her ancient cards from the little-used pocket on the front of her purse. After quickly inspecting it to make sure she hadn’t used it as scratch paper or written a phone number on it, Fabiana thrust it at the guy. “I run the cooking program over at Tableau. My Beginner’s class starts this Saturday if you’re interested.”
The man grinned from ear to ear and blushed, taking the card from her hand. He looked it over. “Fabiana? What a cool name. I’m James.” He stowed the card in his pants pocket and then offered his hand to her. “Thanks for saving me from further humiliation. I’ll be sure to check out your class. Lord knows I need it.”
Stacey lives in Beaverton, OR, a suburb of Portland, which suits her just fine as she can always find parking.
After earning her Master's degree in education, Emma Worthington relocated to Dallas to teach and leave behind painful memories. What were the odds that out of six and a half million people, she'd run into her ex-husband?
Wed too young, their marriage ended in an annulment before the ink had a chance to dry, and they haven't spoken to each other since. When they reconnect, a tenuous friendship grows, but their special magic won't be denied and their feelings begin to resurface. When the lies from the past that drove them apart are finally exposed, can they find forgiveness or is it too late for a second chance at love?
Yeah, right. You just wanted to feel her against you. Touch her.
"Emma, honey, wake up."
"Don't wanna. Sleepy now."
He sighed and stared down at the barely awake but enticingly beautiful blonde. There were two very good reasons he didn't want to grab her in his arms, race upstairs and toss her into his bed. A—because she'd be mortified when she woke up and found herself sprawled out in her ex-husband's bed. And B—he wasn't sure his knee would hold up under the added strain.
With a grimace, he propped her languorously limp body against the seat and slid out, going around to the passenger door.
"Emma, come on, baby. Let's get you to bed."
The sunglasses slid down until they perched on the end of her nose. She opened her eyes, sleepy and yet a brilliant green even in the muted light of the garage. So damned gorgeous.
"What? Bed? Umm hmm, bed sounds good."