FIVE OF HEARTS
By Jennifer DeCuir
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- Print Length: 181 pages
- Publisher: Crimson Romance (February 17, 2014)
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Being
a celebrity had taught Dean that women only wanted him for his money and fame.
They weren’t interested in him as a person. And they would use any sneaky means
at their disposal to get what they wanted – including false paternity suits.
Fed up, Dean moves to the other side of the country, to a small town on the
coast of Maine. Surely he wouldn’t be bothered here.
Shannon
has no use for men. Her father left when she was very little and her husband
took off the minute the ultrasound revealed they weren’t having one baby, but
three babies at once. She could handle it all on her own, thank you very much.
But living up here on the bluff got lonely, even with her rambunctious
triplets. And if she spent a little time with the hunky new guy next door, that
was just being neighborly, right?
Dean’s
idyllic new life was not supposed to include the hot neighbor-lady’s children
sneaking into his yard every day. But the more time he spent with the triplets
and their stubbornly independent mama, the more he realized his new hermit
lifestyle may not have been the best choice. With Shannon, he could trust
again. She was genuinely interested in him, not his fame. Of course, that could
be because he’d neglected to tell her about his former life as the lead singer
of the boy band, Five of Hearts. When she found out, would she forgive him for
hiding something so important from her? Would she believe he did it to protect
himself? Would she still love him… for him?
FIVE OF HEARTS excerpt:
“I’m not interrupting
anything, am I?” Dean pulled out a chair at the dining room table in the
breakfast nook and prepared to sit down.
“No! Mr. Dean, stop!”
Brenna ran up to him, shaking her head, her eyes as wide as saucers. “You
almost sat on Rosie.” She pulled out a different chair and motioned for him to
sit in that one instead.
Shannon stifled a grin,
first at the apologetic look on Dean’s face and then as that look turned to
confusion. He shook his head as he studied the chair he nearly sat in. He glanced
from the chair to the little girl and back again.
“I think Rosie must
have jumped out when she saw me coming.”
“She’s still there. You
scared her.” Rust red pigtails swung jauntily as the five-year-old jutted out
her chin and put her hands on her hips.
Uh oh! Shannon knew
that stance. Her bored little girl was looking for an argument. For a split
second she considered waiting it out, seeing how Dean would handle himself in
an argument to prove the existence of an imaginary person. Nah. She was bored,
too, and if she let Brenna spout off, Dean would probably go running back to
his self-imposed isolation.
“Hey, baby, why don’t
you go round up your brothers and tell them we’re doing something special for
lunch.” Shannon dropped a kiss on her daughter’s head as she skipped toward the
doorway. “And make sure they are at least wearing underwear!”
“This is a bad time. I
didn’t mean to barge in when you were fixing lunch.” Dean’s gaze went past
Shannon, scanning the kitchen counter. Perhaps looking for a hint as to what
was to be served?
“Yes. Yes, you did. And
I’m glad you came.” Shannon wasn’t trying to tease. She really was happy he’d
stopped by … no matter the reason.
Dean’s attention had
returned to the wooden chair he had almost sat in. He scratched his head,
opened his mouth like he was going to speak, and then shut it again. Shannon
checked to make sure Brenna was off on her chore and then strode to the
supposedly occupied chair and planted herself in it. She kept all traces of
humor from her face while she looked up at Dean.
“I’m really missing
something here, aren’t I?” Dean wrinkled up his nose. “She doesn’t have a pet
bug or something, does she?”
Now she could no longer
hold it in. Shannon burst out laughing.
“No, silly.” She dabbed
at her eyes. “Rosie is her imaginary friend.” She lowered her voice. “She’s new
around here. We’re all still getting used to her.”
Impulsively, she
reached out and patted Dean’s hand. He didn’t snatch it away, though she
wondered how much willpower it took for him to remain still. Their eyes met and
just as quickly they both chose something different to focus their attention
on. Shannon cleared her throat and got up from the table.
~~~~~
Author bio:
Jennifer DeCuir lives in the soggy Pacific Northwest, sucking down Starbucks lattes and sneaking in as much writing time as her active family allows. She loves to connect to fans through social media.
Find her at: https://www.facebook.com/
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