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โThis was an engaging story with characters that were perfect in their imperfections.โ -Yvonne Cruz ( 5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)
โ5 stars are not enough. WARNING – you are going to need chocolate and Kleenex to read this book. Yes – it is that emotional.โย –ย Nicki The Overflowing Bookcase (5 Star Review)
โCan’t be easy writing in someone else’s world, but Whitley Cox smashes it!!This is a great romance which kept me reading to see if they could make the hard choices faced by many couples. Well worth a read, definitely recommend.โ – Sue Hancock (5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)
๐ธReview๐ธ
Evan is a successful musician who left his hometown to pursue his dreams. Needing a respite from the demands of his lifestyle he returns to his hometown where he can work on his music and relax. When he sees Juliet, he realizes that she is so much more than his best friends sister but he has some difficult decisions in his future when it comes to his career, Juliet and the baby who needs him.
Juliet has had feelings for her brotherโs best friend before she really understood what they were. The only difference is that this time he seems to return her feelings however both their lives are about be turned upside down by an adorable baby.
A new relationship can be challenging without a baby that neither was prepared for. Seeing the relationship unfold is emotional, heartwarming and exactly what you want.

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She rolled her eyes, but her heart rate only picked up again. โYouโre on my playlist.โ
โI feel like the innuendo is just right there, but I canโt figure out how to spin it.โ He stepped closer, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Every clay-covered inch of her.
โIโm too tired to think of one.โ She already knew that her hair was coming out of the pencil she held it up with. Sheโd been tucking and blowing the strands off her face since they werenโt quite long enough to stay tucked behind her ears.
She hadnโt bothered with makeup besides a little mascara, and that was probably falling under her eyes by now since sheโd been wearing it for nearly fourteen hours.
โIโve never seen you in action,โ he said softly. โNever seen the artist at work.โ
She rolled her eyes. โWell, stand back because the clay tends to fly.โ
โWas there a scene about this in a movie?โ he asked, not taking a step back but rather several steps forward.
She eased her foot on the pedal, and the wheel slowed down and eventually stopped.
โThere is.โ She jerked her head toward the bathroom. โGhost with Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg.โ Her brows pinched. โHow do you notโโ But she stopped herself when his expression turned coy. โYou knew. You were just teasing me.โ
His smile made her insides get all tingly. โI might be Oblivious Evan, but Iโm not an idiot.โ
Her cheeks grew warm, but that didnโt keep her from grinning at him. He was right behind her now. She had to tilt her head up to look at him. His gentle, sexy brown eyes bored right into her, turning her into a puddle.
โMy mom came over to watch Hope for a bit,โ he said, grabbing a stool and setting it right behind her, sitting down and leaning against her back. The heat of him and the way his legs bracketed hers was enough to make every one of her synapses fire at the same time.
This was literally her ultimate fantasy.
Not only had she watched Ghost more times than any preteen ever should, but she had fantasized about Evan Swayzeing her also probably more than she ever should have. Probably more than was healthy.
Normally, she felt really close to her mom when she was working on the wheel, but she was really hoping her mom had decided to go for a walk along the beach or The Boardwalk right about now.
He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with a slight V-neck that had made her jaw drop and her mouth pool with saliva when he put it on this morning.
His fingers started at her elbows and slowly moved along her arms until his big hands covered her clay-caked ones. โShow me how to do it,โ he said, his breath warm against her ear.
She smiled and pushed her foot down on the pedal just enough for the wheel to start spinning slowly.
Just like sheโd imagined it, just like in the movie, his fingers slid through hers, both of them now covered in clay just like hers.
Sheโd centered the piece. Now it was time to start shaping it.
โWhat are you making?โ he asked, kissing her neck.
โI didnโt have a plan,โ she said. โSometimes I just sit down at the wheel and let the muse find me.โ
โMmmm,โ he hummed. โIโm the same way with the guitar.โ
โYou were working on something when I left โฆโ She guided their hands up a little, then together they stuck two fingers each, his on top of hers, into the center of the clay and began to press out.
The eroticism, the symbolism of what they were doing with their fingers and how it all looked and felt was not lost on her in the least.
Pottery could be extremely erotic. Everything was done with the hands; everything was wet and smooth and involved pressing down with your fingers. Sheโd certainly found herself aroused on more than one occasion watching a pottery video, even when the view was of just the personโs hands.


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