A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids-who each seem to have inherited the writing gene in some form-and two Bengal cats. In her "spare" time Darcy is a serial volunteer enrolled in a 12-step program where one learns to say "no," but she keeps having to start over. Her happy places are Disneyland and Labor Day weekend at the Gorge.
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Dylan came outside. “Sara, you’re here.”
“You doubted I’d come?”
“Nope, just glad to see you.” Was he? Her stomach did a silly little flip. “Come with me, I have some stuff for you.” He passed by her on the way to his truck.
Sara turned to follow him. “What sort of stuff?”
“Work stuff.” He opened the passenger side door and withdrew something then turned around. “Work hat, gloves, and goggles.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “They’re pink. Even the goggles.”
He held them out. “Of course.”
She took the hard hat, which held the gloves and goggles in the bowl. “You just happened to have these lying around? I can’t imagine you in a pink hat. Or gloves. Or goggles.”
He gave her a mock horrified look. “I prefer something in mauve.”
She laughed outright. “Do you even know what mauve is?” She’d overseen dozens of weddings and wished she had a dollar for every groom who hadn’t the faintest idea what the wedding colors were. They were just “blue” or “purple” instead of cerulean or lavender.
He exhaled as he closed the door of his truck. “You caught me. I don’t know mauve from puce. Is puce actually a color? If it is, it must be ugly because, well, just, puce. What kind of word is that?” His pale gray-green eyes twinkled in the morning light.
“I agree it’s a gross-sounding word. And you’re right, it’s an ugly color. It’s reddish brownish purple. It’s actually the French word for flea and got its name from the bloodstains left by flea droppings on linen.”
His jaw dropped. “That’s disgusting.”
He chuckled. “Why do you even know that?”
With a shrug, she extracted the gloves and goggles from the hat, then set the pink plastic bowl on her head. “Hopelessly addicted to Wikipedia and other sources of useless information.”
Nodding, he led her toward the house. “Good to know. Next time I need to learn about bug dung, I’ll know who to ask. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the crew.”
Length: 272 pages
Publisher: Avon Impulse (February 17, 2015)
From USA Today bestselling author Darcy Burke comes a sexy and emotional family saga about seven siblings who reunite in a small Oregon town to fulfill their brother's dying wish ... and find love in unexpected places.
Fed up with her self-imposed single life, successful event planner Sara Archer heads to a bar for a night of dancing … and bumps into Dylan Wescott, the high school crush she hasn’t seen in years. A little harmless flirting leads to a hot, completely uncharacteristic one-night stand; but when she wakes up alone, Sara knows her life is too complicated for a relationship and there can’t be a repeat.
Dylan, a divorced, ex-military construction contractor, limits himself to casual flings—his failed marriage proves he’s better off alone anyway—but he can’t stop dreaming about Sara. And when his firm is hired to oversee the renovation project run by the Archer siblings, Dylan and Sara are unable to resist their explosive chemistry.
But when their secret affair grows beyond “friends with benefits” and neither is willing to admit they want more, family drama and emotional scars may ruin their chance at a love they believed was only in their dreams.
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