From the Blurb:
Is it possible that Tavish’s fender-bender on a snowy day will lead to him getting romantically rear-ended?
Having a car accident turn into a meet-cute? That definitely wasn’t how I saw my day going.
Because
as soon as I collide into the back bumper of a fancy German SUV that
costs more than a year of my college tuition, I’m pretty sure my life is
over. Nightmares of getting yelled at and sued for what little I’m
worth flash before my eyes.
But I somehow lucked out by hitting
the nicest guy in Wintervale. Leith is more concerned about me being
okay than the state of his ride. Having a stranger care more about my
well-being than my last two exes combined has me blubbering in a way
that merits getting called “kid” by the older man.
Instead of
leaving me for dead on the side of the road like I deserve, Leith is my
knight in shining armor who comes to my rescue—albeit on a slightly
banged-up white stallion after our little run-in.
If the wreck
wasn’t enough incentive for us to get together, the cosmic universe
practically shoves me into his arms when we get snowed in, with nothing
else to do besides getting to know each other.
Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll be the one “rear-ending” me in bed tonight.
Come from Behind is a Suite Dreams series standalone side story novella.
It’s a super sexy, incredibly swoony, age gap, forced proximity, no
angst romance set in the small town of Wintervale that is as sweet and
funny as it is hot and steamy.
Excerpt:
How was it possible that I had rear-ended a
Mercedes driver twice, and he was comforting me? He had
wrapped me up in his coat and strong embrace, offering me warmth and sanctuary
as I embarrassed myself by sobbing like a scared little kid. I shamelessly
clung to him as I cried, never wanting to let go of the man who dwarfed me with
his larger frame. For some strange reason, I felt safe in his arms as he
murmured words of reassurance to me that I soaked up.
When my tears had quieted to sniffles, he guided
me to gaze up at him without letting me go. “I’m Leith Dennison. What’s your
name?"
“Tavish Hartigan.” I sniffled as I gazed up at
him with wide eyes. He looked like a dashing Prince Charming in the snow with
his dazzling smile, brown hair, and green eyes. “Why aren’t you mad at me?"
His smile was so gentle and reassuring that it
eased some of my panic. “Like I said, the roads are shit right now. Accidents
happen. It’s just a car.” He stroked my hair like I was a beloved pet. “I know
a guy who can fix it for cheap, and if it needs replaced, my brother will give
me a steep discount since he owns a Mercedes dealership. Insurance will cover
the cost either way, so it’s not worth being upset about.”
“You’re not rich?” I regretted the question as
soon as it was out of my mouth, but the sound of his laughter filled my soul
with warmth.
“Not even a little.” He continued chuckling.
“I’m a self-employed book cover designer who drives for Ryde part-time. If my
brother owned a Honda dealership, I’d be driving one of those instead of a
Mercedes.”
Hearing that driving was part of his job made me
feel awful. “But you won’t be able to work until your car is fixed because of
me!”
“It’s not that big of a deal. Working as a Ryde
driver isn’t my primary source of income. It’s more the thing I do to pick up
some extra spending money and get out of the house to enjoy human interaction
whenever I’m bored. A few days off while they repair the car won’t impact my
ability to pay my bills. With the roads being so bad, I wouldn’t be working as
a driver, anyway.”
I sagged with relief. “Then I guess it’ll just
be my parents who want to kill me for wrecking the car.”
“Trust me. The only thing your parents will care
about is that the car did its job of keeping you safe. As long as you’re okay,
they won’t care if it’s totaled. Vehicles can be replaced. You can’t.”
Now that I had calmed down, I saw the wisdom in
his words. I had a close relationship with my folks, so he was right about them
being more worried about my safety than the car. Without thinking, I buried my
face against his chest as I hugged him tighter. His sandalwood cologne was
masculine, comforting, and arousing, all at the same time. I wanted to wrap
myself up in him like a blanket and never let go. “Thank you. I’m sorry for panicking.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re fine.” He held me
closer as he rested his chin on top of my head. I had never been happier to be
so short. It was wrong of me to soak up his kindness and comfort after I had
rear-ended him twice. However, months of being single after getting out of a
toxic relationship left me greedy. It was a nice preview of what having a
strong, older boyfriend would be like. And I loved it.
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