Title: The Good Enough Husband
Author: Sylvie Fox
Genre: Women’s Fiction / Romance 18+
Publication Date: March 3, 2014
Publisher: Penner Media
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
Event Organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Synopsis ~What would you do if you met your soul mate, but you were already married? In The Good Enough Husband, Sylvie Fox delivers a riveting story about a woman who refuses to let her past define her future. For years, Hannah Morrison Keesling’s marriage to Michael was good enough. Then she wakes up one morning and it isn’t. Taking her puppy Cody along, Hannah drives north to put distance between herself and her past. Planning to go as far as her SUV will take her, she hast to stop on the Lost Coast when her dog gets sick. There she meets small town veterinarian Ben Cooper. Ben is the man Hannah wishes she had met first. He’s perfect for her, but gun shy because he’s been lied to before and vows not to be betrayed again. Hannah leaves Michael and moves to Ben’s rural town to pursue a future with the man she knows is her soul mate. But Michael won’t let go so easily. Forced to make a decision between the man she chose and the man she loves, Hannah soon realizes that her choices will define everyone else’s consequences.
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“I divorced a woman like you a few years ago.” The matter-of-fact words felt like a slap in the face. The only worse comment would have been if he’d said she reminded him of his father’s mistress. A home wrecker beat out an ex-wife every time. Astroland’s Cyclone had nothing on this roller coaster ride of an evening.
“So I remind you of your ex-wife. Wow, that’s not a come on line, is it?”
He ate a few bites, then gestured toward her, taking in her whole body. “Is all of this, necessary?”
“What do you mean by, all ofthis?” She couldn’t get a read on this man. He alternated between smooth talking stranger and snarker in chief. “I am who I am, and not looking to change for anyone.”
“Samara spent every waking moment, planning to shop, shopping, or planning to shop some more. She had more logos on her than a Louis Vuitton purse. It was Burberry this, Gucci that, or whatever was being hawked at Neiman Marcus that week during the lunch fashion parade.”
“Let’s see, you’ve insulted me, and talked about your ex-wife. We should go ahead and have sex to make this a triumvirate of first date no-no’s.” She took another large sip of wine. Really, she was kidding, she told herself.
“Touché.” His laugh was low and sexy. “I could make the last happen,” he said. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or mocking. She put down her wine and looked into his eyes. She didn’t think he was kidding. Hannah abruptly pushed herself back from the dining room table, sending the padded leather chair skidding in her wake.
Hell, he didn’t mean to scare her, but she wasn’t a naïve twenty year old. She must know what a man in lust looked like. He heard scraping and running water, and assumed she was disposing of the remains of her dinner. He wanted to turn and watch her so badly, but played it cool.
She came back, grabbed her wine glass, and headed for a small settee backed against those massive windows that sold his parents the house. Hannah was rightfully putting some distance between them. He wanted to close that distance. He hadn’t turned on the recessed lights in the living room and the weak light from the kitchen and dining room didn’t quite reach her. Ben could see the reflection of the moon on the water, but none of that weak and distant sunlight reached the house. He couldn’t see Hannah.
Ben bussed the table, and turned out the kitchen lights, thrusting them into darkness. She didn’t say a word. He wanted to drag her off that leather seat and cover her body with his. He wanted to feel her breasts against his chest, and the rush of her breath as the shock of his actions caught her off guard. He wanted to rip off those damned velour pants and panties, feel her tight little ass in his hands. It had been too damn long. Pushing the fantasies from his mind, he kept up the gentlemanly facade.
About the AuthorI write the kinds of books I love to read. The quirky characters in my romance novels experience passion, angst, and conflict, but always get their "happily ever after." I live in Los Angeles with my husband, son, and a handful of rescued pets. When I'm not hanging out in Hollywood, I'm eating my way through Budapest.
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