The To Do List
Releases October 18, 2016!
Relax, she’s got this…
Maggie Harris has her ultra-organized life well in hand, until she finds her neighbor and husband together, in her bed, and the tight hold she keeps on her world unravels, leaving her grasping for an escape. So how can she refuse when she’s handed the dream job of running her aunt’s bookstore and a chance for a fresh start? Even though the bookstore is in Brockport, Connecticut, her former hometown, and a place she’d vowed to leave behind forever.
When someone breaks into Maggie’s new business and leaves a threat on the wall, Detective Cooper Stanton is assigned the case. It’s been twenty years, but Coop hasn’t forgotten the way Maggie once charmed him at every turn—even with her controlling ways. This time, though, Coop refuses to let her seize the reins. What he doesn’t know is she plans to grab them anyway…and she’s got a secret she never shared.
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THE TO-DO LIST EXCERPT:
The door chimes jingled, but she kept working. “Forget something, Jax?”
The smooth, baritone voice stopped her mid-stroke. She’d never forgotten it. It belonged tosomeone she’d thought had moved far away from Brockport. Someone she’d hoped never to seeagain.
He cleared his throat. “Is this your dog?”
Maggie slowly turned around. Her mouth went dry at the sight of Cooper Stanton. A manshe’d once believed she loved. A man who’d rejected her.
“What are you doing here?”
Roxy strained to get away while he held her collar.
“Nice to see you, too.” Coop’s lips wavered but didn’t reach a smile.
Cool and distant. Same as the last time they’d been together, a night filled with passion andanger.
She stepped down the ladder. Hadn’t he moved away from town with hopes of becoming amajor league baseball star, a promise to put their small town on the map? She landed on thescattered newspapers, avoiding the splattered paint.
Roxy whimpered. Coop crouched at the dog’s side, keeping a firm grip on the chocolatecoloredmix while he whispered words of assurance. He stroked the dog’s torso, his hand nolonger that of a teenage boy, but of a grown man, the fingers long and sturdy with strong veins.
“So?” Coop pried his adoring eyes off the canine and glanced at Maggie. “Is she yours orshould I keep looking for the owner?”
At the sound of his voice, Roxy flipped back her head and dragged a saliva-coated tongueacross his cheek. He grinned. Coop always did like promiscuous women.
“Yes. She’s mine.” Maggie brushed aside a few stray wisps of hair near her face, workedfree from a plastic headband, escaping like the decades-old hurt now ripping at her heart.