Cheryl St.John - [Neubauer Brothers 01]
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His voice had grown thick.
Addie smiled. "Did her cooking get any better?"
"Much, thank goodness." His dark gaze moved to the blossoms in her hand and back. "What does the smell of lilacs remind you of?"
She inhaled. "Just here. Home."
He leaned forward again. "Well, I'll never be able to smell them again without thinking of you."
That was the suave line she'd expected. He didn't mean it. Addie's heart knocked against her breast like a woodpecker on a clear morning. He had to hear it! Her survival instincts screamed at her to back away. Something else—she told herself it was her logical mind that had planned for this—kept her rooted to the spot, her every nerve aiding alert, anticipating what would happen next.
Did she really move forward, or was that just the feeling of vertigo she'd developed at his nearness? His head lowered. Hesitantly, she raised her face and met his lips with her own.
Her blood surged through her veins and pounded in her ears, at her throat, in her fingertips. The amazing feel of his soft lips overwhelmed her. She couldn't think, couldn't rationalize the situation. The details of how they'd arrived at this heart-stopping moment escaped her, and she registered only the warmth and tenderness with which he met her.
She must have taken a step forward, must have released the lilac branch, must have lost all self-respect and reason, because the first thing she knew, she had placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped into his embrace.
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Cheryl has always loved the exciting and diverse worlds available between the covers of books. As a child Cheryl wrote stories and drew covers, then stapled them into little books. She cut all the tiny book images from the book club advertisements in the Sunday newspaper and glued them to bits of cardboard so Barbie® had a full library.
She was a voracious reader and admits her early passion was for horror and true crime. Eventually she read Victoria Holt and Catherine Cookson, but one fateful day while browsing the book section, she took a chance on a different genre and bought Hummingbird by LaVyrle Spencer, then promptly drove back to the store for The Rainbow Season by Lisa Gregory. She was hooked for life.
And so, when she got serious and decided to write a book, it was, of course, a romance. A very badly written and poorly plotted romance. But eventually she joined Romance Writers of America and her local chapter, Romance Authors of the Heartland, and was fortunate to have the late Diane Wicker Davis as her first mentor.
Nearly fifty books later, Cheryl believes in paying it forward, and some of her most rewarding experiences have been sharing in the successes of writers she has coached over the years.
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Table of Contents
Cover Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Heaven Can Wait
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
Epilogue
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