Sweet Haven

Two cups of an arrogant, dirty talkin’ firefighter who has an obsession with peaches and the forbidden girl who smells like them.

One tablespoon of a sweet schoolteacher trying to find her place in the world while attempting to resist her brother’s sworn enemy.

A slice of fate that has their hearts questioning the past and the consuming need they have for one another.

A dash of desire.

A pinch of rivalry.

A sprinkle of déjà vu.

Mix together in a large bowl to create a combustible passion and a future that neither of them could have ever predicted.

Bake at 350° for a rich serving of destiny and a love that could burn for eternity.

A timeless recipe that is sure to fill your heart with a generous helping of Sweet Haven.

EXCERPT

“Jase, wait!” Sam runs out after me, catching up with me at my truck. “What the hell is your problem?” she asks, her eyes flashing fire.

It matches the one I have roaring in my veins. “You want to know what my problem is, Sam?”

“Yes, I do. Maybe if you get it off your chest you can stop being such a d*ck!”

“Fine. I’ll tell you.” I make the mistake of stepping closer to her, her sweet scent overriding my common sense. “I don’t like peaches, okay? I’ve never liked them. I don’t like the smell of them, and I don’t like the taste of them. Actually, I hate everything in the peach f*cking family. So stop trying to get me to like f*cking peaches!”

She stares at me like the lunatic I am, her sparkling green eyes wide and confused. “What the hell does this have to do with peaches?” Shaking her head, she holds up a hand. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t care. Know why?” She doesn’t wait for a response, her finger jamming into my chest. “Because I hate as*holes—I hate everyone in the as*hole family. So take that and shove it up your peach hatin’ ass.” She turns to walk away, causing that panic to infiltrate my chest.

“F*ck it.” Snagging her wrist, I jerk her against me and claim her mouth the same way I want her body. I swallow her gasp, her peach taste rushing through my system like the sweetest drug.

She’s stunned for only a second before her fingers spear into my hair, gripping the strands tight as her tongue duels with mine in a fevered pitch of give and take.

Growling, I lift her off her feet and pin her against my truck. "I lied," I mumble against her lips. "I f*cking love peaches. I love the smell of them and g*ddamn, I love the taste of them.”