An Interracial Older Woman, Younger Man RomanceMelonie doesn't panic. At forty-six, she runs a company, a calendar, and a life so tightly managed there's no room left in it for surprises. So when her SUV dies on an empty desert highway with no town for miles and no car in sight, she doesn't wave her arms and pray for rescue. She leans against the door, crosses her legs, and waits to see who stops.
The man who pulls over is younger than her, easily. Confident, easy in his own skin, and far too good-looking to be this helpful. Nathan says he knows his way around an engine. Melonie has other ideas about how they might pass the time out here, and she has never been the kind of woman who waits for permission. What starts as one bold, reckless afternoon on a forgotten stretch of road turns into a night neither of them planned and neither wants to end.
She's the one setting the pace, the one in control, and Nathan is more than happy to let her lead, right up until he starts showing her there's more to him than the cocky grin. He isn't looking for a quick thrill. He's looking at her like he sees straight through the armor she's spent twenty years building. Out here there's no boardroom, no reputation to protect, no one watching. Just the road, the heat, and a stranger who might be exactly the surprise she's been missing.
A steamy, slow-burn age gap romance about a woman who knows precisely what she wants and the younger man determined to prove he's worth the risk. Confident heroine firmly in charge, a scorching desert-highway heat, and a connection that runs deeper than either of them expected.
An Interracial Older Woman, Younger Man RomanceMelonie doesn't panic. At forty-six, she runs a company, a calendar, and a life so tightly managed there's no room left in it for surprises. So when her SUV dies on an empty desert highway with no town for miles and no car in sight, she doesn't wave her arms and pray for rescue. She leans against the door, crosses her legs, and waits to see who stops.
The man who pulls over is younger than her, easily. Confident, easy in his own skin, and far too good-looking to be this helpful. Nathan says he knows his way around an engine. Melonie has other ideas about how they might pass the time out here, and she has never been the kind of woman who waits for permission. What starts as one bold, reckless afternoon on a forgotten stretch of road turns into a night neither of them planned and neither wants to end.
She's the one setting the pace, the one in control, and Nathan is more than happy to let her lead, right up until he starts showing her there's more to him than the cocky grin. He isn't looking for a quick thrill. He's looking at her like he sees straight through the armor she's spent twenty years building. Out here there's no boardroom, no reputation to protect, no one watching. Just the road, the heat, and a stranger who might be exactly the surprise she's been missing.
A steamy, slow-burn age gap romance about a woman who knows precisely what she wants and the younger man determined to prove he's worth the risk. Confident heroine firmly in charge, a scorching desert-highway heat, and a connection that runs deeper than either of them expected.