Sunday, February 14, 2016


By Jennifer Foor
Publication Date: February 15, 2016

A treacherous winter storm brought him to me. While the wind ripped, freezing everything in reach, he was a warm distraction, albeit a constant reminder of what I'd been missing. I thought I'd never see him again. I was content with it being a one-night-stand.

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Amantha left and moved to Alaska after suffering a tragic loss involving her family. 
She wanted to be away from everyone and just forget everything. She was living in a 
house high up on a mountain away from civilization as much as she could just heading 
back to town once or twice a year for regular Dr visits. One night Amanda notices a fire in 
the distance and goes to check it out. She went into the house to try and save a few mementos for her neighbors who live in Florida most  of the year. She passes out from the smoke and is saved by "Emerson". Emerson takes her home and decides he will stay the night with her to make sure she is ok. One thing led to another between them and it was probably the best one night stand in History for them both. He leaves the next morning. But leaves her with a huge surprise! I don't want to spoil anything so Ill stop there! This was a really cute story! It was filled with a lot of surprises to say the least! 

I was very intrigued on how it was going to play out which is probably why I had it finished fairly quickly! It was very well written! I fell in love with Amantha and Jenson and the suffering they were both dealing with was completely heartbreaking! 

An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review.

"You’re my hero. You saved my life. Let me thank you properly.”
He scratched his head. “For a second I assumed you were going to compliment me. Now I feel like the only guy left for the job. You really know how to make a man feel wanted.”
I let a cackle slip out. “I’m sorry. I suppose I tell it like it is.” I took my finger and looped it into the hem of his pants. He stepped closer, breaking the distance between us. There wasn’t time to look in the mirror and tell myself how inappropriate my mother would say I was acting. This was my life, and parts of me were tired of being neglected. I needed to feel something other than alone, even if only for a little while. “How about we take off these clothes before the warm water runs out?”
His hand latched onto my chin, bringing it up until I could feel his lips grazing over mine. “If you want someone to give it to you good, I can be your guy. I just need you to make me a promise.”
I whispered. “Sure.”
“You can’t hold back. I know we’re battling sleep deprivation, and at some point we’re going to crash, albeit I don’t have anywhere else to be, at least for the next ten or so hours. Let’s forget who we are and what happened in the past. Tonight, it’s just us. If you can do that, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I want this to happen. I didn’t think I would, but I can’t resist giving you what you want, not when I need it too.” With regard to what he said, I tried to read his expression. He seemed like he was battling demons, and I wasn’t in the mood to stop and ask if he wanted to talk about it. We weren’t friends. I couldn’t help him. I’d run away from everything, proving to be a poor example of a person who could deal with struggles.
I nodded in response. “That won’t be a problem.” It was true. I hadn’t had sex in so long that I knew I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else. My heart was racing and I felt like I was going to pass out, not at all from the smoke inhalation either. I was elated with excitement for what was about to occur between us, almost to the extent of losing consciousness.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and fell in to another kiss, this one more heated.

His tongue coursed over mine, the taste of him familiar and welcoming.


Jennifer Foor is an award winning Contemporary Romance Author.
She is married with She's best known for the Mitchell Family Series, which includes ten books.two children and spends most of her time behind a keyboard, writing stories that come from her heart. 

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