Title: Winter in Sweetwater Count
Author: Ciara Knight
Genre: Sweet Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Lisa Mortanâs ideal life crumbles when her rich and powerful fiancÃ© demands she ends an unwanted pregnancy. With no job or social support, she flees to a small town in hopes of finding a good family for her unborn baby, but instead finds a man who is as broken as she is.
Eric Gaylord returns to his home town for a respite after a tragic loss, but when his spitfire mother takes on an unknown woman as a business partner, he is forced to face the nightmare heâd left behind or risk losing the one woman who could heal his heart.
Ciara Knight writes with a âLittle Edge and a Lot of Heartâ with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1 Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InDâTale Magazine and Night Owl Top Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owlâs Top Pick, among other praises.
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Ericâs pulse raced at the black and blue mark, shaped like fingers, which Lisa attempted to cover. Clenching his teeth, he averted his gaze. Based on the size of the marks, a man had done it. Was she attacked? A boyfriend? Perhaps that was why she came to Sweetwater, to hide from an abusive husband. He reached out for a muffin, discreetly scanning her left hand. No wedding ring. Not even a tan line.
This was none of his business. Mom had decided to take on this venture, as insane as it was. Starting a business with a woman that sheâd never met outside of cyberspace.
His mother had been right about one thing, though. Lisa Mortan was beautiful. Stuffing another muffin into his mouth, he concentrated on the warm, butter-nutty flavor and forced the thought of Lisa and her light floral fragrance from his mind.
âThanks so much for helping unpack all of our merchandise,â Lisa said, her voice soft yet not wimpy or chirpy.
âMy pleasure. Itâs kept Mom busyâ¦which is a good thing. The idle hands of an energetic woman, particularly when itâs your mother, are dangerous,â he teased.
His mother brought the coffee pot to the table. âLisa just arrived from New York. Seeing as how sheâs new in town, perhaps we could all get together for dinner and get to know each other better.â
âI need to return to the office.â Eric stood and nodded to Lisa, attempting to ignore her full lips, and big bright eyes. She pushed from the table to stand as well and her coat fell open, revealing the longest legs heâd ever seen. The heels she wore only accentuated every inch of them. Straight chestnut colored hair completed the look, shining under the Halogen pot lights heâd installed last week. âIt was a pleasure, but Iâm afraid I have a client meeting tonight. Donât let Mom work you too hard.â
His mother narrowed her eyes with that go-ahead-and-run-away-coward look sheâd perfected. Of course, even he had to admit she was right, but it didnât matter. The last thing he wanted was a woman in his life. Not after what happened with his last girlfriend.
âIâll walk you out,â his mother offered.
He thought about dissuading her, but she wouldnât listen anyway. With one last glance at the beauty standing in the middle of the kitchen, he bolted, with a promise to bury himself in work and stay away from Lisa Mortan.
âI told you she was beautiful,â his mother whispered.
âCultured, long legs, smart, and donât forget educated. Yes, Iâve heard it all. A few times. It doesnât matter. Iâm not interested,â Eric barked. He didnât mean to be rude, but Judy Gaylord needed a firm hand or sheâd take over quick.
âIâm just saying.â His mother shrugged in a careless gesture.
Eric halted at the front door, clutching the handle. âDonât. Iâm not ready. Iâm not sure Iâll ever be ready.â
His motherâs small hand rested between his shoulder blades. âItâs been almost two years. Itâs time to let her go.â
âNo. I-I canât.â He turned the knob.
âIt wasnât your fault. You need to stop blaming yourself.â
âYes, it was. I ignored the woman I claimed to love, and when she needed me most, I wasnât there.â
Judy stepped to his side. âYou didnât know about the baby.â
âThat doesnât matter. What matters is sheâs dead. The babyâs dead. Thereâs nothing else to talk about.â Eric shoved the door open. âI have to go.â