by Melissa Blue
She knew what he was pushing to hear from her.
Tasha swallowed down the fear and the doubt. “I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve fallen in love with you, and it mattered—you mattered to me.”
He closed his eyes, shook his head twice then opened them again. “Consider this your one and only warning. I don’t do anything halfway. I tried that, have tried that, for the last six months and was utterly miserable. When I say I will care for you, fight for you, love you, it’s going to be until the end of time.”
Her laugh was watery from the unshed tears burning at her eyes. “It’s what scared me before. Every time. I kind of knew that. Now I know it. I mean, you haven’t found an island, bought it, and then tossed your cellphone into the drink because you love your siblings, the almost unbearable lot of them.”
Grant laughed. “I told you, that first conversation, and you didn’t believe me.” His face went somber. “I have a proposition.”
“I’m probably going to say yes, just FYI.”
His gaze darkened, turning pure green. “Let’s love each other, wrangle my family, and promise to never run from what scares us, unless it’s toward it.”
“That’s a huge ask.”
“Aye.”
Frank. Never wavering from what he wanted. It was a small miracle she didn’t kiss him right then and there. “I have one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Just kiss me already.”
Grant smiled, and he looked every bit a charming Scottish bastard. He was more complicated than that. And…he loved her.
And she loved him even though she knew exactly what he was going to say next.
Grant, with a smile turning a little wicked, said, “The question is simply, where first?”
Yup. She loved him from the bottom of her heart. She pulled him in and kissed him like it was the beginning of forever.
BIO
Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Whew. 2020.
If you’re reading this that means you’ve somehow survived. You may know someone or many who haven’t. I do not know what the future looks like. I didn’t know when I sent this book to my editor the first week of March. I was worried, terrified but excited about bringing this book to you, my dear readers.
Then the world shut down.
I thought it would be so very difficult to write or to care about writing after Nov. 2016. I feared something like this would inevitably happen, yes. And it has in many smaller ways. Horrific, ongoing ways. Yet, realizing hundreds of thousands of people were about to die…I couldn’t write. I definitely couldn’t write romance.
I write about hope, at the core of it all. I had none. I had whatever was less than none. Some days I am still there.
Some days I pick up a romance, though. On those days I laugh, I cry, I yearn (let’s not talk about horniness) and I feel hope. That feeling refuses to die. Springs eternal, right? I am grateful to this genre for saving me. It saves me again and again. Circa 2002.
So, yes. I don’t mention the virus in this. I don’t mention the lockdown we are still in. My next book I likely will. This book is alternative history or pre-Covid. I don’t know what we’re going to call this bubble of reality.
I don’t know A LOT.
I only know—I only hope this romance novel saved you for a few hours. That is my job and I have never been prouder to be a romance author.
With that said, special thanks goes to so many. As always thank you Sasha, Robin and Ames for keeping me sane. Thank you so much for the giggles and Skypes I wrangle you into, S and Chaz. Kenya and Kate, you were the first in line when this book was only somewhat readable. You took the bullet—thanks. Dayna, you have my sword. Fans, I am forever grateful to you for always stepping up to tell me, yeah-no we need romance, specifically one of yours.
Romancelandia and Romkanda, you got my back. There are no words other than THANK YOU.
Love,
Mel