He was engaged. She was his sister’s best friend. And his dirty little secret. Twenty years later, it’s all about to explode.
David Farris has been a widower for almost a year. He should be able to handle Tricia Connelly waltzing back into his life. After all, it’s been over twenty years. But now that she’s within kissing distance, she’s the epitome of his greatest desire… and his deepest guilt. To preserve his sanity he has to keep everything between them strictly business. But Tricia is too touchable, too kissable, and keeping his hands off her proves impossible.
Tricia wants nothing more than to drive David crazy with need for her. When she realizes they’ll be working side-by-side, day in and day out, her heart clamors for a second chance. David is the one man she’s always wanted, but he keeps her at arms-length as if their history together never existed. Or maybe because of it.
Can he let go of the past? Or will he allow guilt to destroy their future?
“Couldn't put this fabulous story down save to grab a tissue for my occasional tears!”
“Hot, romantic and almost heartbreaking.”
Special feature: For those of you who enjoyed the Open Invitation series, you’ll find a special surprise meet with the characters you loved from Open Invitation!
Book six is a winner
Jasmine Haynes has a winner in book six of the West Coast series, Any Way She Wants It. I immediately fell in love with widower David Farris. A good, kind, responsible man struggling over the loss of his wife and helping his grown children through their grief at the expense of his own needs.
In walks Tricia Connelly, his sister’s best friend from high school and the sparks fly. Tricia, is a woman who knows what she wants, and she wants David, even though he’s afraid to start living again, and consumed with guilt. But Tricia tempts him to put aside his guilt and start living again.
As David struggles to move forward, there are plenty of sizzling, hot scenes to have you rooting for them all the way to the end. Love this series and can’t wait for the next book.