Sunday Kind of Love
It happened in a split second. Trace McFadden was driving down the street when he caught a flurry of movement in the corner of his eye. Instantly, he slammed on the brakes and leaped out of his car only to find the jogger sprawled on the pavement. Fortunately, her injuries didn't appear to be serious, but Trace couldn't believe his own carelessness. With silken ebony hair and violet eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And this was not the way suave Trace McFadden usually swept gorgeous women off their feet! Always a man of action, Trace rushed the lovely jogger to the hospital. He was just about to say good-bye when she reached up and insisted that he kiss her. Trace knew she was woozy from a powerful sedative, but how could he refuse? He leaned forward and lost himself in the seductive taste of her soft, ripe lips. In that moment, Trace vowed to get to know this woman better, much better, as soon as she recovered. When Lily Townsend woke up the next day, she wondered if she'd imagined the blond giant with sapphire eyes. The rescuer in her dreams had been heartstoppingly handsome. And he proved to be all too real when he visited her that morning. Trace McFadden was the CastleRock lady killer, trouble with a capital T. Since her arrival in this quaint part of Iowa, Lily had enjoyed the simple pleasures of small town life. And she wasn't about to let a man like Trace ruin it all with just one kiss!