Some relationships are meant to last while others fizzle out. But walking away from a relationship or marriage is tough. It takes a lot of determination. Even more so when the relationship involves someone who is violent or vindictive.
Everyone has walked away from a relationship at one time or another. It may be because you two grew apart or they cheated. But when there is trauma, it's doubly hard. You don't believe you deserve it or maybe you fear if you do.
Mindy McKinley takes a challenging situation and writes a story with heart. Gabi has reason to walk away from her ex but she's not willing to jump into another relationship. Sometimes when you aren't looking, love comes calling.
At Once deals with the emotional trauma of a broken relationship where Gabi's ex becomes a stalker. Gabi isn't safe but Mason finds a way of making sure she feels like the most important person in the world.
She’s finally found peace. One kiss and it all goes out the window.
Starting over has been tough for Gabi Turner. A new city, a new business, and a new life is enough to scare anyone, but with the help of her best friend, and their burgeoning interior design business, Gabi is starting to heal from her tumultuous divorce. With everything in delicate balance, the last thing she needs is the swaggering, simmering local carpenter to upend it all.
Riding high on the recent success of his furniture business, Mason Adams feels like there isn’t much in the world he can’t do. But when a client’s demands bring Gabi Turner into his shop, everything turns upside down. She’s the only woman that has told him no and he’ll stop at nothing to change her mind.
As Gabi and Mason find themselves working together on a gutted Victorian house, the sparks that fly between them threaten to burn everything to the ground. Can Gabi trust her heart with a man who makes her dream of the future, or will her troubled past keep her from trusting another man?
With that in mind, he followed her down the aisle just far enough back to really enjoy the sway of her backside. It was a fucking knock-out. No, scratch that, she was a fucking knock-out.
“Are you looking for something in particular?” he finally asked. They were getting close to a dead-end, and she had been scanning the shelves pretty carefully.
“Zebrawood,” she answered sheepishly. “I just wondered if you had more pieces like that coffee table.”
“I have a few,” he said, his voice taking on a darker, definitely more sultry tone. “But nothing is quite like that one.”
He could see the flush start to climb her neck at the change in his voice, and she turned toward him with wide eyes. “I’m sure.”
He had forgotten what they were talking about and just kept moving toward her. She backed up a step but had nowhere to go with her back against the shelves. Her flush was in full force and her eyes darted to him and then focused on his mouth.
Stopping just short of her, he let his eyes roll over her luscious lips, the curve of her neck, the valley between her breasts. “Gabi,” he said, his voice was seductive and dark, and he could feel the intake of her breath as he leaned toward her. His skin buzzed knowing she wanted to kiss him just as much as he wanted to kiss her.
“Gabi,” he said again. Her eyes met his and were filled with so much desire he couldn’t see straight.
Without thinking, he slid a hand up her neck, cradled her cheek, and brought his lips closer.
And then her phone rang, startling them both.
She fumbled for her phone, her flush deeper than ever as a ridiculous electronic version of “Whip It” filled the space between them.
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