WELCOME TO REDEMPTION
...a small town in Northeast Wisconsin where second chances don’t always come easy, but if you’re willing to try, anything is possible.
"Another fantastic Story"
Hold On To Me gets a 5* Reviewer TOP PICK
from Night Owl Reviews! Thank you, Diana!
At a crossroads in his life, Grant Walker returns from New York to manage his apartment building in Redemption. He didn’t expect to meet the woman of his dreams and find everything he never knew he wanted in small town Wisconsin.
But someone doesn’t want either of them to be happy, and even as menacing acts of vandalism pull Jenny and Grant closer together, a harbored secret could destroy all hope of their happily ever after.
After unloading her dishwasher, sweeping and running the vacuum, and a quick scrub of the bathroom, she tossed her work T-shirt into the laundry and put on a fresh one. A sweatshirt joined her purse and camera in her canvas tote bag, and then she skipped down the stairs to find Grant waiting by the door.
Moisture darkened his hair to almost black, suggesting he’d showered before changing into a clean T-shirt and jeans. The warm, spicy scent that enveloped her senses when she passed him on the way outside confirmed it.
“Look at you bright-eyed and smiley.” He tugged on her bouncy ponytail. “No danger of you falling asleep today, is there?”
Thinking about how she’d slept through more than half the movie at the theater the other day, she rolled her eyes as he drew even with her on the sidewalk. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“You used me as a pillow on our second date.”
Second date? Were they dating? “Did we have a first?”
“Did we have a first?” he repeated, giving her an offended look as he held his hand over his chest as if she’d wounded him. “I bought dinner and we watched Tim Allen.”
And you kissed me.
“You bought yourself dinner and then felt sorry for me,” she argued.
His expression turned serious. “I’ve never felt sorry for you, Jenny.”
“Good.” The statement made her feel better, but she wanted to keep the mood light, so she reached up to rub the solid shoulder she’d fallen asleep on Tuesday afternoon. “And I got news for you—you’re a little firm to be considered a pillow.”
He held open his passenger side door for her. “You complaining?”
“Not at all.” She gave him a sassy grin as she got in the car. “I like you hard.”
He caught the door mid-swing. “Excuse me?”
Yeah, excuse me? Jenny pulled the handle from his grasp and slammed the door shut. When he grinned at her through the window, she covered her hot face with one hand and waved him away with the other. Had she really just said that? And oh, God, he was going to get in on the other side now.
The driver’s door opened, and the car dipped with Grant’s weight. The moment she heard him clear his throat, she held up her hand.
“Don’t you say one word,” she warned.
“Oh, come on,” he protested, laughter in his voice.
“Not one word.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be?”
“Now, or later?” Her own humor surfaced and a giggle erupted before she could stop it.
“All day.” He started the car and shook his head with a rueful grin. “All damn day.”
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