Cover Art by Viola Estrella
Goodreads Book Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18361793-sweet-reflection?bf=500&from_search=true
Synopsis:
Laurel Matthews’ career rests on helping brides-to-be with their most important wedding purchase – their dress. She will go to any length to ensure her customers get their perfect happily ever after, but has accepted the fact she may not get hers. The only two men she ever loved, left her, and she vowed not to let the heartbreak happen a third time. She leaves guys before they leave her and usually she’s fine with that, until one night that she can’t remember, changes everything.
James Dawson, self-proclaimed ladies’ man and all round womaniser has the best one night stand he’s ever had and does he get the chance to repeat it? No, because she can’t even remember it! With his ego pushing him to remedy that immediately he sets about pursuing the woman who could easily be his downfall.
When someone from James’ past settles herself in town and threatens the reprise he was hoping for, will he be able to overcome the temptation and prove himself to be the man Laurel can’t live without? Or will they both let underlying fears, past mistakes and uncertain futures lead them down a different path?
Book Two in the Truth Series - can be read standalone.
Eight months ago
James
Cassie’s talking to me but I’m not hearing anything that is coming out of her pretty little mouth. My eyes are fixed on the girl who just entered through the door behind her. It should be illegal to look that damn sexy. Her long blonde hair is pulled to the side revealing her bare neck and shoulder that are just begging to be kissed. Her body is wrapped in a short tight sparkly dress that stops in the middle of her thighs and my eyes sweep down her long tanned legs, and end at her ‘come fuck me’ shoes. I’m instantly hard thinking about her in my bed with just the shoes on. Cassie follows my gaze, “She is who you slept with that night? The cute blonde?”
Cassie’s voice is too high but I don’t notice her expression because my eyes are busy watching the beautiful angel from a distance. “Yep,” I say proudly, knowing Blake is probably thinking the same thing as me: I’m a lucky bastard. Hair whips at my chest as Cassie’s head turns to send me one of her death glares I’m man enough to admit I’m a little bit afraid of now, “Well douchebag that cute blonde is my best friend Laurel, so you had better sit the fuck down before I kick your arse from here to the Caribbean!" She spits out her revelation and stalks across the bar to find Laurel. Blake howls with laughter and slaps my shoulder, “You’re in for it now, she looked like she was going to punch you. I hope she does. You deserve it." I know he’s talking like that because I flirt with Cassie. I can’t help it. It’s just in my nature when I see a beautiful woman. And Blake’s girlfriend Cassie is gorgeous.
“If I had known she was her best friend I wouldn’t have done it.” Even I don’t believe the words that are tumbling out my mouth. And I know Blake definitely doesn’t. He raises an eyebrow calling bullshit, “You can save the apologies for Cassie, mate. I know you, don’t forget.”
I nod and nurse my beer wondering what’s taking them so long. I glance around the bar trying to distinguish between the faces. Then I catch them out of the corner of my eye and they’re heading in our direction. My heart starts beating a little faster and I wonder if tonight I’ll get a repeat with the blue-eyed angel now standing in front of me. I watch Cassie warily, searching her face for signs she is going to hit me but she doesn’t waver. In fact, I think she’s smirking at me. I wonder what’s changed her mood all of a sudden.
"This is my best friend Laurel. From what I hear, you two need some proper introductions. Laurel, this is James. James, this is Laurel."
I shake my head, is Cassie really going to just pretend it didn’t happen? I didn’t realise it would have upset her so much. My eyes meet the angel’s eyes and I see them glistening. Her smile is breath-taking, and my mind wanders back to our liaison last week just like it has numerous times in the past few days. I picture her laid out on my bed, writhing and moaning and smile to myself. Taking her hand in mine I bend down to kiss her cheek, making a show of the introduction just like Cassie clearly wants. My hand lingers on hers slightly too long and our fingers brush as I let my hand fall away. There’s a definite spark there. “I told you Cassie, we’ve already met.” She looks at Laurel, then back at me, and I can tell there’s something I’m missing. Her voice turns sweet and she cocks her head to the side. "Well if you're going to give a girl the best sex of her life, then I think you should make sure she is sober enough to remember it in the morning, don't you?"
I frown trying to make sense of her words and look between the girls who are desperately trying to hide their laughter. Next to me, Blake’s snorts are trying to break free but he’s holding back because I’m not catching on. Then it hits me like a baseball bat to my ego. She doesn't remember me. She had sex with me and doesn't remember. My cheeks are flushing bright red. I’m not just embarrassed, I’m fucking humiliated. I mumble something so incoherent I don’t even know what I am trying to say and turn quickly to down my beer. Their laughter makes me cringe inside even more. I’m wound up she doesn't remember me; I’m fucking pissed I can’t forget about her.
Author Bio:
When Grace isn't working her day job, she is huddled in the corner writing or reading romance novels. Having always loved both, it was only after changing jobs and having to put up with a long commute that they took over as an obsession. Now there isn't a day goes by that she lets her Ipad out of sight. She lives in the UK with her husband and two cats, and is a compulsive tea drinker.
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