Set against the historic splendor of Martha's Vineyards, Oak Bluffs it the story of two people determined to uphold their initial disdain for each other. Lacey Daigle is trying to reinvent herself. Monroe Faulkner is on the run from hurtful memories. Together, they can hardly stand the sight of each other, but apart they are desperately lonely and can't wait to reunite. |
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She didn't see him at first, and when she did, her chest heaved a rasping sigh.
"Can I help you?" She tried to sound brazen but flinched at the shades of danger in his
heavy-lidded eyes. There were no threatening moves yet she felt assaulted by his
intrusion and his scowl.
He cocked his head to one side. "Maybe."
His cactus drawl pricked her skin. Beads of sweat cascaded down the center of
her chest. Even if he wasn't dangerous, he was harmfully handsome.
"Can I help you?" She tried to sound brazen but flinched at the shades of danger in his
heavy-lidded eyes. There were no threatening moves yet she felt assaulted by his
intrusion and his scowl.
He cocked his head to one side. "Maybe."
His cactus drawl pricked her skin. Beads of sweat cascaded down the center of
her chest. Even if he wasn't dangerous, he was harmfully handsome.