**When Love Finds You by Lynn Wolff**
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So let’s go for it! Please allow me to introduce to the blog Lynn Wolff and her
latest release, WHEN LOVE FINDS YOU … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!
**LYNN WOLFF**
**BIO**
Lynn
Wolff is a contemporary romance author and poet. She's a wife, a mother, an
animal lover, and a huge romance junkie. She likes her heroines smart and
strong, her heroes with charisma and style, and she has never read a
romance hero she didn't like.
She lives in the northeastern region of the United States
with her family but is ready to ditch the cold winters and move to warm, sunny
Florida. She would much rather be shoveling sand than snow. When she isn't
plotting or furiously tapping away on her keyboard, she is deep into the art of
poetry, creating mini stories through rhythm and rhyme.
To
find out more about Ms. Wolff, please visit:
**WHEN LOVE FINDS YOU**
Publication
date:
August 10th, 2020
Genres:
Adult, Contemporary, Romance
**BLURB**
After pasts riddled with pain, can Hadlee and Bryce let
themselves love again?
Hadlee
He
was the perfect vacation fling.
I
needed to get laid and live a little. One night with him would revive my
shattered heart and arouse my senses. I could cast aside all my inhibitions and
let my lust guide me.
And
the best part, I would never have to see him again…or so I thought.
Bryce
She
was my last taste at freedom.
I
used her, just like all the others that came before her. The women I chose to
be with had only one purpose…to fulfill my needs, and then I was done.
But
she was different. She put me off balance and got under my skin.
But
what did it matter…it’s not like one night was going to change my future.
**EXCERPT**
Hadlee
It’s the very
early hours of the morning, a few rays of sunshine are peeking in through the
curtains at the sliding glass door, and I’m just waking up. There’s a gentle
rocking to the ship, and I no longer hear the roar of the engines, so we must
have arrived at our next port. Rolling onto my side, I immediately feel a
throbbing in my head so intense, I moan in pain. I squeeze my closed eyes even
tighter, willing the throbbing to ease as I take a few slow, deep breaths.
Within moments, the pain eases, allowing me to snuggle in the covers and drift
back to sleep.
As the ship sways,
more and more sunlight pours through the curtains. I dread getting up, but
coffee and a hot shower always help my headaches. The bed’s so warm and cozy, I
can’t muster enough energy to move, let alone open my eyes. I drift in and out of sleep for a bit longer
until I get the oddest sensation, I’m not alone in my bed. This sort of thing
happens to me more often than I care to admit, but this time, the feeling is
slightly different but not enough to alarm me. Thinking my mind is once again
playing its usual tricks, I grab the cover tighter to my body and ease back
into my pillow.
The mattress
moves, and a muscular arm wraps protectively across my waist, pulling me flush
against his body. I’m not fully awake yet, so it takes me a few seconds to
realize I’m not dreaming. When I feel a gentle breath on my neck and hear a
small moan, my eyes fly open. Holding my breath, I look around, realizing I’m
in Bryce’s cabin. My heart sinks and guilt cascades over me. I need to get out
of here… now!
I can’t think and
can barely breathe, listening so intently to the man behind me, trying to
figure out my next move in full out panic mode. I’m trying so hard not to move
or hyperventilate. I need to calm down, clear my head, and devise a plan to get
out of here… and fast. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? Ah, yes,
my sister. I can’t believe she talked me into this! She made it sound so
simple, but I have no clue what I should do. I’m dumbfounded and frozen with
fear.
Why didn’t I pay
closer attention to my girlfriends’ stories? They’ve all been in my shoes, and
each one has relayed a wonderful tale of how they gracefully and skillfully
escaped unnoticed from a lover’s bed. Why can’t I remember anything they did?
Damn! All I know is what common sense is telling me to do. I need to get
untangled, get myself out of this bed, get dressed, and slip out the door. I
have to be quick and quiet. I can’t run the risk of him waking and seeing me.
What would I say then? ‘Uh, good morning, that was fun, thank you, and goodbye,
then run out the door?
I’m a coward, I
know, but I suck at confrontations, and I will do whatever it takes to find the
easiest way out of an uncomfortable situation. Slipping out the door unnoticed
would be the easiest thing for me to do right now, so why can’t I move? Why do
I feel so protected and content, lying here in his arms? Why does this feel…
right?
I slowly lift
Bryce’s arm and rest it behind my back. He doesn’t move or say anything, which
gives me the confidence I need to continue. Inch by inch, I slowly shift my
body to the edge of the bed, using swift, fluid movements, so I don’t shake him
too much. Once I’m perched on the edge, I hold my breath and listen. I pray he
hasn’t noticed my absence, but I’m way too scared to look over my shoulder.
When I hear nothing but slow, steady breathing, I assume Bryce is still asleep.
It’s now or never. Holding my breath again, I carefully remove the sheet from
my body, slowly swing my feet over the bed, and stand. I frantically look
around the room, searching for my clothes, but I can’t seem to focus.
I’m buck ass naked
and covered in goose bumps, my heart is racing, and I’m shaking. It would be
all too easy to crawl back in bed, but I shake my head at that crazy thought. I
need to stick to the mission—get out and get out fast! I quickly scan the floor
at my feet. Shit, where are my clothes? I feel like I’m on a scavenger hunt as
I scurry around the cabin, looking for anything to put on. I spot my shirt and
pants by the couch and quickly dress. Scanning the cabin again, I find my
panties and bra near the bathroom door and my shoes on top of the dresser. I
gather them quickly and tuck them all under my left arm as I make a beeline for
the door. As soon as my hand hits the knob, my body freezes. My heart’s
screaming at me to look back. I can’t leave Bryce forever without taking one
last look at him.
Damn, my memory
was right. My mouth literally drops open. Bryce is absolutely gorgeous. The
covers leave little to the imagination. I obviously did a horrible job slipping
out of the bed, and when he rolled to his back, the sheet went missing. My eyes
glued to his chiseled six-pack and strong, muscular chest, I stand there
gawking, as last night’s memories flood my brain. Damn, he was way more than I
bargained for. He was an incredible lover, and he outdid any fantasy I ever
had. If circumstances were different, I would stay. If I was a stronger person,
I would stay. But my past has ruined me. My heart is still shattered, and Bryce
was just a one-night stand. I used him to revive my broken heart and arouse my
senses. It’s been far too long since I had a connection with a man, but there
is no way I’m ready for more than what Bryce and I had last night. He was just
a quest, nothing more. Turning back to the door, I quietly slip out.
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