Diamond Creek offers Emma Davis the chance to get to know her newfound sister and a fresh start after she escaped a disastrous marriage. Trey Holden blows her away just with a smile. Not to mention that he’s so sexy her defenses melt in his presence, and an amazing single father, wilderness pilot, and lawyer all in one. Falling for a beautiful woman is definitely not on Trey’s radar. Until he meets Emma. Though Emma can’t deny the intense attraction between them, the emotional scars from her past have convinced her she can’t take a chance on love.
The fire between Trey and Emma burns too hot to be ignored. But the ghosts of Emma’s past may have followed her to Diamond Creek. Trey is everything she thought she could never have, so she finds herself pushing him away just when she needs him the most. Can Emma let down her guard long enough to open her heart? Can Trey convince her that what they have is worth it?
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About the Author
J. H. Croix lives in the historical farmlands of Maine with her husband and two spoiled dogs. Along with writing, she’s had an eventful career as a clinical social worker, including a stint in Ivy League academia. Her career in social work has been punctuated by sunrise bush plane flights to Alaskan villages and the occasional standoff with curious moose.
A voracious reader, Croix has been writing since college and dreamed of writing professionally. Her first two novels became Amazon Romance Bestsellers. The Bestselling Diamond Creek, Alaska Novels are set among the stark beauty of Alaska, where she lived for over a decade, and her love for wildlife and the outdoors bring the stories to life.
Sneak Peak into the book
Trey was quiet as he steered the boat. Emma couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. His dark silvered hair was windblown. Every time he looked at her, his velvety chocolate gaze stoked the burn she felt.
She forced herself to look into the bay. Keep it together. For God’s sake, just looking at him turns off your brain. It was early afternoon, the sun high and bright. She took a gulp of air, wondering just what the hell she’d been thinking when she agreed to have dinner with them. At the moment, she’d said yes for Stuart’s sake, but it was becoming obvious that her attraction to Trey was more than she bargained for. Another fortifying breath of the ocean air blowing by and she faced forward again. Just as she did, the boat’s engine stuttered. A few seconds of that and the engine stopped completely.
Trey was back by the engine before Emma could say a word. She followed him to the back of the boat. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
Glancing up, he smiled wryly. “Not sure what’s wrong. Mind holding the wheel while I take a look? Even though the engine isn’t running, the rudder still keeps us aimed in the right direction.”
Emma nodded and returned to hold the wheel. A few more minutes of Trey checking things, and he asked her to try starting the engine. Conveniently, it started right up. When Trey returned, she tried to slip out of the way. Her boot caught on the chair leg and she stumbled right into Trey. “Sorry,” she said quickly, glancing up as she did.
Her hands landed on his chest, and his face was barely an inch from hers when she looked up—straight into his mesmerizing eyes. Desire raced through her, a current striking sparks between them. Trey’s eyes darkened. In what felt like suspended time, Emma noticed that one of his hands had landed on her waist when she stumbled—its warmth seared into her, blazing a trail of heat that swirled through her center. Trey’s eyes fell to her mouth and flicked back to hers. Afterward she couldn’t be sure if there was a question in his eyes, but whatever he saw in hers must have answered. With no preamble, he closed the space between them, his mouth coming against hers.
Trey tugged her close against him. The feel of his body against hers was a heaven Emma hadn’t imagined. He stood just tall enough above her that she felt sheltered in his arms. He turned so that he could lift her onto the seat and pressed against her, standing in the cradle of her thighs. His hand tangled in her hair, slipping around to cup her face. His thumb stroked down the side of her throat, brushing across her pulse. His kiss was masterful—a patient, thorough and searing exploration. He traced the contours of her lips with his tongue, alternating with soft kisses, nips and deep strokes.
She was aflame, almost frantic at the intensity of his kiss. He was water to her parched desire.