Meet the Author:
A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.
During the day Evan works for a large homecare agency and at night she’s superwoman. She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.
Begin Again (Starting Over, #3)
Journey has spent the last two years trying to find the man that left her high and dry after two blissful weeks together, but he seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. With no hope in finding the father of her son she tried to just move on, until a chance encounter changes everything.
Dylan Carmichael knew he messed up when he lied and walked away from Journey two years ago, but it was over and there was nothing he could do about it now. That is until she walked into his brother's reception on the arm of another and drops the biggest bombshell, he has a son.
Can Dylan prove to Journey that he won't walk away again and can she trust him with her heart and their son? When tragedy strikes can Dylan be man enough to keep their new little family together before it falls apart?
She started, turning around to see Dylan leaning with his back against the wall and his legs crossed. God, the man was sex on a stick.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were working." She stood up and went to wash her hands off.
"Well, I was on the phone in my office with one of my foreman when I got the strangest text from Nan."
"From Nan?" She had no idea what Nan could possibly want from Dylan.
"Yep, she wanted me to know that she had the kids at her place and that you were here all alone."
When he got to "alone," Dylan had crowded her against the counter. She felt the rush of moisture that flooded her pussy. His head dipped down until they were eye to eye. The heat in his eyes made her nipples harden until they ached. Her body started to heat up. "Since we’re alone, what do you think that means?"
"I-I don’t kn-know." She swallowed the lump in her throat and licked her suddenly parched lips.
"That means that when I make you come, I want to hear you scream my name."
She moaned against his lips. She had no control over her body where he was concerned. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. His lips teased hers until the need in her made her whole body tremble. She grabbed hold of the front of his t-shirt in her fists to keep from dropping to the floor. Ever since this whole thing started with them, whenever they made love it was always in a situation where they had to be quiet. Now they were alone and she was nervous.
He brushed his lips one more time against hers before he grabbed her ass, lifted her up and started carrying her towards the bedroom. When they were just inside the room, Journey felt her back hit the wall. Dylan grabbed her face with one hand, tilting it up so he could attack her mouth. His lips melded with hers, his tongue snaked into her mouth and hers began to duel with his. He tasted of coffee and mint and a spice that was uniquely his.
Dylan let go of her face, but didn’t stop kissing her. His free hand set a blazing trail up her abdomen to her breasts. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, so he had immediate access to her nipples. He pinched one then the other; she pulled her mouth away to cry out. He pinched them again, but this time he ground his hardened cock against her. She was in tiny knit shorts, so there wasn’t much of a barrier to stop her from feeling his throbbing length.