STARLIGHT by Christine DePetrillo
Release Date: September 2, 2021
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About the Book:
He doesn’t trust women. She only trusts dogs. Why can’t they keep their paws off each other?
Darren Reade builds stone walls in Vermont–and around his heart. Women don’t stick around, so it’s better to put up No Trespassing signs and focus on raising his adopted son. Darren is willing to do whatever it takes to help the boy cope with his mother’s death. But doing it alone is a challenge.
Grace Hollings indulges her love of old-school jazz by singing nights at the Speakeasy Taproom, and spends her days training service dogs, connecting small humans with smart pooches. Of course she’d planned to be married already, but a failed engagement has taught her that dogs make better company than men.
One evening, Grace and Darren don’t exchange names, but they do engage in a single night neither of them will forget. Is once all there is? Or can they train their hearts to trust what they’ve built under the starlight?
“So what will you do then?”
In the mirror, I caught Kolton’s confused scowl. How did one explain the purpose of a date to a ten-year-old boy? With all of his difficulties, Kolton hadn’t noticed girls yet. Not that I wanted to rush into that territory, but he was oblivious to them.
“I imagine we’ll talk, eat, and enjoy a nice evening together.” I rinsed off my razor and stowed it in the vanity drawer then splashed a few handfuls of water on my face.
“Will you kiss Grace?”
Okay. Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious as I’d thought. “Umm . . . I don’t know.” I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t want to admit that kissing was at the top of my agenda either. I blushed a little thinking about what else was on that agenda.
“Grace is pretty and nice.” Kolton angled his head as he met my gaze in the mirror.
“She is.” I rubbed a towel over my face.
“So wouldn’t you want to kiss someone who is pretty and nice?”
Where is Mrs. Lilly? I needed a bedtime story intervention. Quickly.
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I said.
“Do you know how to kiss?”
I turned to face him now, my manhood in question. “Of course I know how to kiss.” I certainly knew how wonderful it was to kiss Grace.