About THEN CAME YOU
You met them in DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME. Now prepare to fall in love with THE YOUNGERS, a brand-new series from Iris Morland, full of sexy men, passionate women, and the love stories you can’t get enough of.
After witnessing his parents’ doomed love affair, serial playboy Ash Younger decided long ago that love was not meant for him. With his charm and good looks, he’s never lacked for beautiful women. He may push numbers as an accountant by day, but by night, he’s only interested in having a woman in his bed.
Yet the night he encounters a mysterious—and gorgeous—widow who doesn’t immediately fall under his seductive spell, Ash realizes he wants her more than he’s ever wanted another woman.
Following the loss of her husband two years ago, Violet Fielding wants to focus on two things: her jewelry business and beginning her life anew in the small town of Fair Haven, Washington. She doesn’t have time for men or romance, and she certainly doesn’t have time for a man who’s a well-known playboy and younger than her.
Violet already found the love of her life in her husband, and after his death, she knew she could never love anyone again.
But when Ash kisses her, all of her plans and promises are turned upside down. A passion stronger than either Ash or Violet could imagine envelops them both one night—and that night changes everything.
As old heartbreaks threaten to tear the couple apart, both must find the courage to see that, of all things, love is worth a second chance.
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Ash lowered his voice, wanting to sound inviting. Tempting. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
Her blond eyebrows shot straight to her hairline. “Is that a euphemism?”
So much for tempting her. “No, it’s not.”
At this point, they’d moved toward the opening of an alleyway that afforded them some measure of privacy. The streetlights were just bright enough that Ash could make out Violet’s expression somewhat, but she was still rendered rather shadowy. The mystery of her only intrigued him more. Who was she, really? And why did he want to know so badly?
“When’s the last time you let yourself have any fun?” he asked.
His voice was a murmur, and he leaned down so he was almost touching her ear. To his delight, she was tall enough that he didn’t have to lean far. He was used to getting a crick in his neck when kissing women. The thought of avoiding that small annoyance only added fuel to the fire of his desire for her.
“I have fun all the time,” Violet countered.
“Name an example within the last week.”
“I played dominoes with my mother.” She said it with such verve that God almighty, he wanted to kiss her right then and there just so she could add some real fun to that pathetic list.
“No, I mean something fun with a person your age.” He moved closer until her soft hair tickled his cheek. “When’s the last time you let yourself have fun without worrying about the consequences?”
“I’m too old to do things like that.”
Ash laughed softly. “You act like you already have one foot in the grave, when in fact you’re a gorgeous, intelligent, young woman. Damn shame, in my opinion.”
Violet huffed. “I didn’t ask for your opinion about my life. And what about you? What kind of a guy picks up a woman during his niece’s birthday party?”
“A man who knows what he wants.”
“Oh my God, you’re so, so—” She growled in frustration. “Annoying. Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”
He couldn’t stop smiling; his face hurt from it. The rarity of a woman like Violet, who loved to banter and who didn’t simper, was refreshing.
“I’m never annoying to anyone,” he said. “Now, you know what we’re going to go do?”
“Work on our taxes?” She said it almost hopefully.
He touched the tip of her nose. “We’re going to go have some fun and not worry about anyone else.”
She hesitated: he could feel it in the way her body tensed. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” she said in an anxious rush. “I don’t know you, it’s too soon—”
He pressed her lips together with his fingers, effectively cutting her off. “I’m not talking about sex.” At least not yet. “I’m talking good, clean, wholesome fun.”
She moved his hand away from her mouth. “With you?”
“Yes, me.” Ash stepped away and held out his hand. “Do you trust me, Violet?”
She didn’t move for a long moment. Right then, all he wanted was for her to say yes. Not just for his own enjoyment, but for hers, too.
It felt like an eternity before she said, “Yes, I trust you,” and she placed her hand in his.