When Dr. Cain Turner's life was literally blown apart in a small province of Afghanistan, it was only the hope and memories of one woman that propelled him forward. But there were more demons to face.
In the small country hamlet of Paradise, Tennessee...Faith waits. Surrounded by her loving sisters, Faith McKinnon had faced her own demons, having thought that the love of her life had deserted her.
But fate...and a few meddling McKinnon sisters...conspired to bring the two star-crossed lovers together again.
NOTE: Romantica -- this is a romance with erotica in certain sections!!
Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who have taken their passion for romantic fiction and erotica, along with a slight twist into the paranormal, to the publishing world. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Louisville, KY, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Neither is ever very far from a tall glass of sweet iced tea, their dog-eared copies of Gone With the Wind, or their Steel Magnolias DVDs!
Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands...and writing about love in every way possible! Choosing the professional name Sarah O'Rourke was a spur-of-the-moment decision...and it worked!!
The Sarah duo has now published six novellas, ranging from steamy erotica to romantic comedy, all with a firm commitment to happily ever after. Multiple projects are in the works, including a male/male with a surprise ménage that could peel the paint from the walls!
Four hours later, Cain Turner was aware that he’d been wrong. War wasn’t hell.
No, hell was right here all around him.
Hell was loving a woman that couldn’t bear to look at you. Hell was being close enough to touch her… to smell her… and being frozen in place, terrified to approach her.
Hell was a device all of his own making.
Following Faith’s fluid, graceful movements as she circulated through the bar, smiling and delivering drinks, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair by the door. His body had reacted predictably to seeing her again. Even in a bar packed with drinkers looking for a good time, his cock had leapt to life at the sight of her.
She was even more gorgeous than the day he left her. Her body was more slender and her face a little more angular, but none of that detracted from her innate beauty. Her toned legs still had those supple muscles he loved to explore while they wrapped around his waist and her tiny waist only accentuated the firm globes of her breasts.
Licking his lips, he fingered his sweating glass of sweet tea as he ogled Faith’s body. Clad in a short pair of denim shorts and a scooped neck pink t-shirt that offered a man a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage if he cared to look, she made his mouth water. Every now and then, she’d bend over to pick something up from the floor and the curve of her ass would just peek at him from under her shorts.
It was a slow, agonizing punishment, being offered that kind of view but being so paralyzed by fear that he couldn’t have moved if he wanted. He knew she was doing it on purpose, offering him the show of a carefree woman that could flirt and flounce with the best of them. Faith could give the Taliban torture techniques a good run for their money with her methods of retribution.