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Return to Passion

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by Carla Buchanan




  Lovers at long last?

  Behind her good-girl facade, Camille Ryan harbored a secret desire to write erotic romances. When one of her racy stories fell into the wrong hands, she had no choice but to flee her Bible-thumping Georgia town. Now her father’s unexpected health scare turns her world upside down and brings the pseudonymous author back home to Fairdell—and to the man she sacrificed her happiness to protect.

  Remington Krane never got over losing Camille. When he shows up on her doorstep demanding answers, desire once again ignites, culminating in a night of passion they’ve waited years to fulfill. Camille fears the scandalous truth could ruin the business scion’s mayoral bid. But when another woman orchestrates a campaign that could sabotage his second chance with Camille, it’s Remi’s turn to give up everything—except the woman he loves.

  “Why are you here, Remi?” Her voice trembled and she got angry with herself for becoming a blubbering idiot at the mere sight of her former sweetheart.

  “That should be obvious. I came here to see you, Camille.”

  “You wha... Why? I don’t unders—”

  He didn’t wait for her to finish whatever it was she was going to say. He closed the distance between them and didn’t hesitate to place his large, warm hands on either side of her neck, using the pads of his thumbs to gently stroke her cheeks as if coaxing her to comply with his unspoken demand.

  Shock, lust, confusion and longing snaked its way to every crevice of Camille’s body. The overwhelming sensations made her dizzy. She was so busy trying to figure out what was going on that she had not even realized that it was already happening. His lips had found hers and he indulged in helping her remember times past.

  When she started to respond with soft moans, his fingers curled tightly into the hair at the nape of her neck. Remi pulled back, but only a fraction, leaving their lips achingly close.

  Dear Reader,

  As a transplant from a large city to a small town, I found it interesting how impassioned and proud people can be about the place in which they live, especially when everyone knows everyone.

  This story is about how the dynamics of a small town can influence the way betrayal and devotion are depicted.

  Remington Krane is a man who represents what it means to be successful, loyal and spirited about everything he sets out to do and has done in his hometown. His ex-love, Camille Ryan, spent ten years gaining her success elsewhere, leaving her town behind.

  Their separation won’t stop the passion that ignites when Remington steals one kiss, reminding Camille that she is and will always be his, and shows their town how years of beliefs can change when there is unconditional love and passion.

  Enjoy!

  Carla Buchanan

  Carla Buchanan was raised in California, but now lives in the Southern Belle world of Georgia. She likes to use the twists in her life to bring her readers fun, edgy and contemporary romances. She has a small obsession with her craft, and you’d find her any day of the week writing or out and about trying to find inspiration for her next story. She is delighted when readers reach out to her and would love to hear from you. She can be contacted through social media or directly on the contact page on her website at carlabuchanan.com.

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  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Camille Ryan swung her desk chair around, not wanting to look at the computer screen one moment longer. She’d been in a state of mini writer’s block all day long. She was stuck on this one scene and she didn’t know why since she knew exactly where she wanted the story to go. Why was she so off tonight? Something was niggling at her and she couldn’t seem to focus on anything, especially not writing. She was having one of those feelings you get when you know something is wrong, you just don’t know what that something is.

  Camille had often had feelings that she knew were something more, maybe a keener women’s intuition, but ignored them. Her father said that it was her intuition telling her something; she just had to figure out what it was. According to her father, her mother had been the same way. Camille wondered if it was the truth since she’d never had a chance to meet Elaine Ryan. Her mother had died during childbirth and it had been her and her father ever since. Well, it used to be, until Camille had moved to New York when she was eighteen years old. She and her dad weren’t as close as they used to be. It was only natural, she figured. After all, she couldn’t take care of him forever, though she probably would’ve stayed closer to home if she had not gotten the internship in New York or hadn’t been trying to do the right thing by the people she loved the most... Well, she wouldn’t think about that situation right now. It was buried long ago so there was no need to bring old feelings of guilt bubbling to the surface.

  An hour after trying and failing to type something on the page, Camille quit working. It was no use. She couldn’t write erotic romance while wayward thoughts invaded her mind. She decided to call her father to check on him and make sure everything was okay. She’d talked to him the day before and knew he had a doctor’s appointment today. The only conclusion Camille kept coming to was that he’d gotten bad news. She was so in tune with the man that she could sense the bad news deep down in her gut. That had to be what was bothering her. Her father had told her that it was just a routine checkup, but that didn’t mean anything. On a few of those occasions she’d had to find out from other family that her father had gone to the hospital. It had hurt Camille that she had not been there for her father. It had hurt her even more that he hadn’t told her, making her feel like she wasn’t a good daughter. But she knew it was her father and his irrational logic. He had this crazy idea that not telling her things protected her. In fact, it only worried her.

  The worrying intensified and her chest tightened when she tried calling him now. The phone just rang and rang. On the fourth call, the line connected to his voice mail immediately. Camille wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew something was wrong so she dialed her cousin. The news she got had her up and off her bed in a flash, throwing clothing haphazardly into suitcases and trying to make reservations at the same time.

  * * *

  Tired was a mild word to describe the way her body felt when Camille walked through Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport in search of the baggage-claim area. She was cursing under her breath because each and every time she flew back here, the airport got more and more confusing.

  It had been some years since she’d been to her hometown and even then it had been a quick visit wher
e she had to sign some papers and then leave for an engagement or meeting she couldn’t miss. And all the other visits before had been similar. Camille did not like running into people when she went home. Nor did she like hiding from everyone. They had an idea in their heads about who she was and she never wanted them to find out she wasn’t the innocent little girl she’d been when she was simply “daddy’s girl” in her hometown of Fairdell, Georgia, and she wasn’t the evil girl who’d left so abruptly for her own selfish reasons.

  Her reasons for leaving Fairdell hadn’t been selfish; rather they’d been selfless. Her reasons were one thing, but her secret was the kind that people in her tiny Bible-belt town wouldn’t appreciate. So Camille had chosen to stay away. She didn’t need their judgment. Plus, she didn’t need to run into the one person who could possibly break her down and make her stay around. He’d see right through her. He’d make her want to tell him the truth—admit why she couldn’t stay in Fairdell with him when they’d made plans—and he wouldn’t approve of her reasons, especially since she’d left without talking to him first.

  No, she couldn’t see Remington Krane.

  * * *

  Remington rose from the ergonomic swivel chair and rubbed his hand down the stubble on his caramel-colored face. He knew he wouldn’t shave, though. He kept this slight bit of facial hair because of her. She’d always said he looked good with the bit he had as a teen and even though they weren’t together any longer and it had been years since he’d seen her, he still liked knowing that she’d appreciate the beard if she saw it.

  She’d never come back to see it, though.

  And why did he care what she thought? He shouldn’t. He didn’t. The girl—who was undoubtedly a woman now—was not what should be on his mind right now. She’d been out of his life for ten years. She’d chosen to leave him even when they’d made plans and had talked about the dreams they’d share and the future they’d have. He’d waited two years for her to graduate from high school so they could make their plans a reality, only to have her abandon him.

  He’d been in love. They’d both been in love as two teenagers could be.

  He’d been in college and had already started working for his grandfather as he waited for her. The plans were set. She would teach at the local high school. He’d work for his grandfather’s company and one day he’d take over. Eventually he’d take his career even further by getting elected to political office: his influence, conservative nature and religious beliefs would be sure to help him along. They’d be the ideal couple everyone admired. That was the plan, but she’d changed it on her own and never bothered to let him know. That was what confused him most of all. It was so abrupt and unlike Cam—

  Stop doing this to yourself, Remi.

  Remington knew she was in his head because of the news he’d heard earlier about her father. Reese Ryan was too humble and hardworking for his own good. He never said no to anyone and took care of others before he took care of himself. He’d always been that way.

  Remi once thought the landscaper was indestructible, the type who could work from sunup to sundown in ninety-degree weather. However, having an eighty-percent blockage in the heart valves would slow any man down and Remi only hoped the man would heed the doctor’s advice and take care of himself.

  But he doubted Mr. Ryan would be able to do so on his own for a while, which meant Camille would soon be in town. She’d come home a few times over the years but she’d never taken the time to visit anyone. She had not even visited her best friend often, not that he minded too much since her best friend was a guy.

  Camille Ryan may have been twenty-eight and all grown-up now, but he’d always known her to be daddy’s little girl. She loved her father endlessly and she wouldn’t just breeze through town for something so serious. She’d stay around for a while, and Remington planned to use that time to his advantage. He’d get answers as to why she’d left. He needed to know why she’d chosen New York over him when she’d never mentioned a desire to live there. If she’d just told him, he would’ve supported her and they could’ve figured something out. They could have—

  He stopped his racing thoughts. First things first. He had to get some work done if was going to acquire this plot of land Krane Gourmet Snack Foods needed to expand and build their frozen foods division, or he’d have to deal with his ever-unsatisfied grandfather.

  It was ironic to think of Camille and then think of his grandfather. Camille had tried her best to be nice to the man, but Frederick Krane was stubborn and set in his ways. Frederick had a vision of Remington’s future and it didn’t include Camille Ryan.

  From the moment Remington had started dating, his grandfather had encouraged him to be more than just friends with the daughter of a local judge whose family had been a part of his life since Remington could remember.

  The daughter, Sonya Brandt, had never been Remi’s type from the beginning. She was spoiled and selfish and entitled. There wasn’t anything down-to-earth about her. She had annoyed Remington with the way she’d acted as if they were a couple just because of their families’ expectations. But to please his grandfather, he’d let it go on for the most part, not really encouraging the girl or discouraging her. That was until a beautiful brown-skinned beauty had caught his eye and changed his world.

  That memory made his thoughts return to her.

  Camille Ryan.

  The name still stirred something within him. They’d been mere teenagers when they were together but he knew from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her, with her glowing bronze skin, long thick hair and petite frame, that he’d be hooked for life. And he was. Despite time and distance, he still felt something for her and thought of her often over the years.

  What would she do when she got to town? Would she seek him out? He doubted it. The girl he knew was not the type to renege on a decision so she’d probably stick by whatever reason had kept her away all these years. But she had reneged on a decision, hadn’t she? He couldn’t deny that, but his Camille was smart and he was sure if he heard her reason, he’d understand. The only conclusion Remington had been able to come to over the years was that Camille had changed her mind about him and their future and had been too afraid to tell him. He hoped that was the reason because he wasn’t sure how he’d handle it being anything else.

  Are you still in love with her?

  He ignored the question.

  When Remington had confronted Camille’s father all those years ago, he hadn’t been any help either. The older man had told him nothing other than to respect her decision to change her mind. When he’d asked Mr. Ryan when she had changed her mind, he had told Remi that going to New York had always been her choice, but Remi would bet his life that wasn’t true. He wasn’t one to question his elders so he’d let it go. But Remington was sure Camille wouldn’t just make plans with him and then suddenly change them without telling him something first.

  Reese Ryan and Camille Ryan were the best of friends as well as father and daughter. The man would never have betrayed her trust if she’d asked him to keep the truth a secret.

  Remi had forced himself to talk to Camille’s best friend, Charleston Cobb, and while the man had not been very forthcoming, there were a couple details he had disclosed. Instead of returning to Fairdell to teach as she’d always planned, she’d chosen to stay in New York and teach at a private school of all things. As far as Remi knew, she still taught there. He’d also found out she was doing some sort of independent work. Teaching night classes or something, he guessed. That work was probably what had allowed her to pay off the mortgage on her father’s house. Charleston had never told him what that additional job was and he had a feeling that the man had been secretive on purpose to keep him guessing or prove he knew more about Camille than Remi. Charleston had been so proud of his friend that he’d slipped and told Remi the name of the lavish apartment building in which Camille resided
. It was a piece of information that would help him out in the future.

  Remington could admit that there was a possibility he didn’t know Camille at all—that he’d never really known her. However, that wasn’t something he could accept.

  He had to redirect his thoughts.

  Focusing on work was what he would do now. He needed to get the company lawyer into his office to talk details on the land acquisition, which was an exercise in patience since the attorney in question happened to be Sonya. She insisted on flirting with him every time they were in each other’s presence as if it were her right to do so. He’d told her he didn’t mix business with pleasure but Sonya apparently didn’t accept that explanation, believing she had a “special” place in Remi’s life—his future. One-sided thinking on her part. He’d fire her, but she was a damn good lawyer even though she’d only been practicing for a few short years.

  When Sonya sauntered into his office, Remington rolled his eyes. He wondered why he’d ever given her any attention, but admitted it was at a time when he had been really vulnerable. But that was all Sonya had needed. She’d used their one time together nearly ten years ago as a stepping-stone to what they could have in the future. Though he’d told her he wasn’t interested in her, she insisted their union was best for them and their families, especially if he wanted to delve into the political arena as he’d always dreamed.

  He agreed that her family had the influence to put him in office, but at what cost to his happiness? He didn’t love Sonya; in fact, he could barely tolerate her on most occasions. However, though Krane Gourmet Snack Foods was the epitome of a company that got ahead by sticking to the values it began with and by helping the community, he’d still need an extra push to get him elected. The Brandts could be that push, but being with Sonya would be in direct conflict with what Krane Foods stood for. There’d be nothing moral in trying to fool the good people of Fairdell by pretending to be in love with Sonya. He cared for the town and the people too much to lie to them and trick them into voting for him.

 

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