He was the only man she wanted—and the one man she could never have.
At eighteen, she left all the pain and heartbreak behind and reinvented herself as wealthy, successful Constance Quinn. In her strictly regimented life, there’s no room for love. Now older and wiser, she’s determined to find the part of herself that got lost in her transformation.
When she meets Alex Martinez, something hot and urgent passes between them. Their attraction is mutual. Their desire is palpable, but she knows she’s playing with fire because she has a secret that Alex must never discover.
Despite the sultry evening, Constance Quinn felt chilled. This was the house. Every room blazed with lights. The air vibrated with pounding music, accompanied by loud splashes, girlish squeals, and booming laughter. She should leave. Yet, she remained rooted, staring at the house for several more minutes before she turned—and literally bumped into a man. A startled gasp escaped her. She gave a nervous laugh. “Where did you come from?”
He took a step backward, as if knowing she felt threatened, and pointed toward the house she’d been studying. “From across the street.”
His voice captured her attention despite the noise in the background. When he stepped forward, into the light cast from a street lamp, her eyes widened and chill bumps swept over her arms as she realized who he was. His online photo didn’t do justice to his unruly dark hair and warm brown eyes. He didn’t look like anyone’s idea of a History professor. Not with those broad shoulders, lean waist, and carved biceps revealed by the golf shirt he wore. Unexpectedly, a wave of heat flashed through her, chasing away the chill.
“I’m Alejandro, but just about everyone calls me Alex.” He pointed again to the house across the street. “That’s my house. I hope the noise and lights didn’t disturb you.”
His easy smile made her breath catch. She could only shake her head in response. She found herself taking a step toward him. Oh, dear. She curled her hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch him. Her pulse beat erratically. Suddenly, she felt threatened by…what? His intense masculinity? She took a deep breath and made herself articulate what she was feeling, rather than stuff her feelings into the hole in her soul and pretend they didn’t exist. What was she feeling?
No! That was crazy. She was the Ice Queen. She didn’t feel desire—especially not for a man she’d just met. She bit back a groan. Why this man?
Even if she wanted him, she could never have him.
Joan Reeves is a NY Times and USAToday bestselling author who believes it’s never too late to live happily ever after. Joan lives her HEA with her husband, dividing their time between a book-cluttered home in Houston and a house in the Texas Hill Country where they sit on the porch at night, stare at the star-studded sky, and listen to coyotes howl.
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