Restored Dreams: more romance for the over 40 (#sexysilverfoxes)

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by L. B. Dunbar


  “It’s okay, Uncle Tommy,” the woman said. “They’re only talking.”

  “Well, we all know where talking can lead.” His knuckles met his neck and he scratched at the hint of hair under his jaw. The sound traveled to me, and a thrill tickled over my sun-heated shoulders. His pouty lips crooked in one corner as I sensed him teasing the girl. It was obvious he knew her secrets. “But seriously, he’s on vacation. He doesn’t need a groupie and some wannabe—”

  “Excuse me?” I interjected, attempting to make my voice as knife sharp as his but failing miserably as he removed the aviators. Two deep set circles of coal returned his focus on me and the will to breathe escaped me. He stole my breath, literally, as he’d noticed the scarf. There was no way he couldn’t, but he kept his eyes pinned to mine.

  Out of respect, I told myself.

  To hold me prisoner, my mind whispered.

  Take me, I foolishly screamed, and then the deepest blush I’ve ever experienced crawled over my skin, prickly, tickly, tingly like the tiny tap of a million feet. I shivered again. The motion snapped his attention and he turned away.

  “Tommy, this is…” the young mother paused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Edie,” I said, holding out my hand while the other fingers found security in touching the fabric just above my ear. “Edie Williams.”

  “This is Tommy Carrigan. He’s the band’s manager.” She turned to look up at him over her shoulder, her smile affectionate. “He’s a giant teddy bear when he isn’t acting like a grumpy eagle.” She pouted as she spun back to me.

  “Don’t be ruining my reputation before I make an impression, sweetheart,” he teased with a hint of Southern drawl, his eyes redirected to the pool but his shoulders loosened a little. Oh, he’d made an impression all right. A deep one, right between my thighs just from the sound of his voice.

  Then I noticed my hand still lingering in the air, waiting for him to reach out and shake mine. When he didn’t, I awkwardly lowered it, fussing with my scarf one more time.

  “Don’t mind him,” the woman said. “By the way, I’m Ivy. Ivy Everly, and I’m happy to meet you.”

  Her smile put me at ease. For some reason, I was just as pleased to meet her.

  Funny how a random introduction changed everything.

  (L)ittle (B)lessings of Gratitude

  There are always so many people to thank, but first and foremost I want to thank you, the readers, who have found a new love in the older romance – seasoned romance – we call ourselves. I knew writing a tale about men over forty (and women, for that fact) might not be for everyone, but I’m tickled silver it’s been good for so many.

  An extra shout out to Shannon, of course, for another wonderful cover and Jenn for impeccable edits. Also, to Karen for her extra eyes. Hugs to Mel for being an amazing cheerleader and support, and content editor extraordinaire. I’m so grateful for all of you in my life.

  Additional hugs to the silver-and-ink in my life who still has mostly black hair but sexy scruff of salt-n-pepper AND to the four children we created together. Always love you all the most.

  About the Author

  www.lbdunbar.com

  L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep love of fairy tales, medieval knights, Regency debauchery, and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over two dozen novels, she’s created sweet, small town worlds; rock star mayhem; MMA chaos; sexy rom-coms for the over 40; and intrigue on an island of redemption. In addition, she is earning a title as the “myth and legend lady” for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.

  Table of Contents

  Other Books by L.B. Dunbar

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Epilogue

  More by L.B. Dunbar

  Keep in touch with L.B. Dunbar

  Nibble of After Care

  About the Author

 

 

 


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