Trust Me

Everyone told him to think of her as a sister, but his heart and body didn't agree…

When Mason Randall returns to Sanctuary Lake, where his family's past is infamous and deadly, he expects to attend his sister's funeral and get the hell out of there. He can't avoid seeing Anna Brooks, though, and just like always she tempts him beyond all reason. Except damned near everyone he knows makes him promise to steer clear of her. She is too good for the likes of him. But when Anna asks him for help, suggesting his sister may have been murdered, he can't turn away. When things get dicey and Anna's life is threatened, Mason promises to keep her safe. She's supposed to be like a sister to him, right? And family always comes first.

Except when he looks at her, his feelings aren't of the familial kind and, if he's reading her right, it looks like he isn't the only one fighting temptation…

***Sanctuary Lake haunts their pasts and promises their futures.***

***\*\*This book contains an excerpt from Forgive Me (Sanctuary Lake \#2), Grady and Rachel's Story\*\****

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“Then the guys here are crazy,” he said as his fingers slipped along her collarbone and into her hair. He paused when his large, warm palm cradled the side of her neck.

Her heart fluttered in her chest like a leaf caught in the tempest of the wind outside in the storm. It banged and quivered against her ribs as her gaze drifted down the angular features of his face. Nothing about Mason was classically handsome, not his brown eyes, which were so dark they were almost black, not his chiseled cheeks and jaw that were almost too sharp, and definitely not his crooked nose that suggested he’d had it broken more than once in his life.

But she couldn’t imagine a better looking man.

He exuded power and confidence as he held her gaze with an intensity that made her toes curl. Her perusal of his face ended on his lips. They were so close… She had dreamed about kissing those lips since her fourteenth birthday.

Then his mouth met hers.

His kiss danced across her mouth, teasing awake every nerve in her body. His woodsy scent enveloped her. She inhaled as deeply as she could through the kiss to absorb more of it.

Yes. Please.

Instinct collided with sensation. She arched closer, bridging the small gap between their bodies until her soft curves smashed against his long hard lines.

He growled against her in response. It was a primitive sound that sent delicious shockwaves over her. He tangled his fingers with hers and then tucked their joined hands behind her back. And in the next moment, he had walked her back, not stopping until her shoulder blades met the firm cool plane of the wall beside the window.

He pressed against her, as if to learn the shape of her with his own body.

Her heart thundered in her ears.

He had her pinned to the wall. At his mercy. And she loved it.

With her free hand, she grabbed his shirt to tug him closer still. She revelled in his obvious arousal against her lower stomach. She wanted to feel more of it. All of him. Bare. Skin to skin.

She wanted him.

She always had.