Title: Again, Alabama
Author: Susan Sands
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: June 12, 2015
Date: June 12, 2015
Synopsis
Cammie Laroux is back in Alabama---
again.
Dragged back to her small town to help her mother
recover from surgery while rescuing the family event planning business should be a
cinch. Even for a disgraced television chef, right? Wrong.
Among the many secrets Cammie's family’s been
hiding is the fact that their historic home is falling down. Oh, and the man hired to
restore the house, Grey Harrison, is the same high school and college love of her life
who thrashed her heart and dreams ten years ago. Yeah, that guy.
Grey, a widower with a young daughter, has never
stopped loving Cammie, and when they are face to face once again, the chemistry is
off the charts. Cammie may be in full-blown denial, but letting go is no longer in
Grey’s vocabulary, even when winning Cammie’s forgiveness and renovating their
love may seem like an impossible build even for a master architect and
carpenter.
As Cammie finds herself forgetting all the reasons
she can’t trust Grey or love again, he finds himself remembering all the reasons he
wants her to stay with him in Alabama… forever.
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Excerpt
“Why, Cammie, can’t nobody say you forgot how to
two-step, and that’s a fact,” her dance partner, Lloyd, a former high school
classmate, remarked as they whirled around the scuffed wooden floor. He’d been
one of several familiar faces she’d come across since they’d arrived.
She’d given up, and given in. “Thanks, Lloyd, I’d
forgotten how much fun this is. I don’t think anyone could forget how to two-step.
It’s so easy.” The name of the dance itself should clue one in to the
simplicity.
“Aw, Cammie, it’s just ’cause you such a natural. Not
everybody can do it like this, you know?”
She glanced around, realizing in about a second that,
indeed, there were less than capable two-steppers all around. “I guess I’d never
really thought about it.”
The song ended much too quickly. Not because she
couldn’t bear to part company with Lloyd, though he was a handsome fellow and a
good dancer, but because she was truly enjoying herself. Approaching the rather
large table where her sisters and brother had taken on several others, she noticed a
little ripple of shifting eyeballs. “What’s going on?”
Ignoring her, Emma said, “You sure were cuttin’ a
rug out there with Lloyd, girl. Whoa, I haven’t seen you dance like that in years.” She
smiled brightly.
Cammie crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at
them, then repeated, “What’s going on?”
“Might as well tell her. She’s bound to hear it in here
or see for herself,” Maeve said.
“Tell me what?”
Jo Jo stood, linked arms with her, and began leading
her in the direction of the small bar over in a far corner. Just before they came too
close, she pointed through the throng. Cammie followed her sister’s line of vision
and she spotted Grey sitting alone at the bar.
He was sipping a longneck and appeared to be
brooding. Nothing like the hottest guy in the bar sitting there like he was waiting for
her. Well, hell. She couldn’t very well go back to having a good time with
her people without at least saying hello, could she? It didn’t seem very nice,
especially since he appeared fairly miserable hanging there by himself. Maybe she
would wait a little while and then come back—
At that moment, his head snapped up and he caught
her staring through the crowd. Her feet instantly became blocks of cement, and
utterly unmovable. Crap.
He smiled then and raised his beer in salute to her,
slapped a bill on the bar, nodded to the bartender. Within a half a second he was
closing the distance between them without breaking eye contact with Cammie. She
tried again to move, feet still frozen, rooted to the floor.
She straightened her shoulders, realizing a getaway
wasn’t happening at this point. The intensity with which he bore down was
intimidating, but maybe she’d asked for it with her surprised expression he’d caught
her casting in his direction.
“Cammie,” he murmured into her ear, his breath
warm, his firm but gentle grip seared her bare upper arm, calloused fingers directed
her to a less visible spot away from her family and interested onlookers.
What the hell was her problem, anyway? She had a
fiancée. And she and Grey had been in near contact for these past weeks without
major incident. Why should this moment be any different? She allowed herself to be
maneuvered to a more private area.
He was only slightly manhandling her, but she
wasn’t sure she didn’t like it—just a little.
Grey stopped as they reached a small area where a
few couples danced in a darker corner, seemingly unaware of anyone else. The bar
was laid out like an octopus with four arms, with several small bars and dance floors
stretching out like appendages from the main area. Cammie and Grey stood toe-to-
toe as an old, slow George Strait song began. Before she realized what was
happening, she was wrapped in his muscular arms, breasts pressed against his
chest, swaying softly to their song.
She’d consumed a couple of longnecks, resulting in a
lovely tingly sensation. Combined with the soulful country ballad playing,
reminiscent from their dating years, perhaps it was no wonder she was
experiencing more than a little emotional and physical sizzle of electricity.
Considering she’d always been wildly attracted to Grey, she might want to rein
herself in. She inhaled the scent of him, closed her eyes, and fell back in
time.
Dear Lord. Why did he make her feel
like this? What was it about him that caused the young girl who’d loved and trusted
him with her whole heart to take over without a even a struggle from older, smarter
her who’d thrown in the towel the moment they’d locked eyes?
At this particular moment, she couldn’t think, only
feel and remember what it’d been like with Grey.
About The
Author
Author
Susan Sands grew up in a real life Southern
Footloose town in Northwest Louisiana, complete with her senior class hosting the
first ever prom in the history of their tiny public school with half the town
chaperoning. Is it any wonder she writes Southern small town stories full of porch
swings, fun and romance?
Susan lives in Alpharetta, Georgia surrounded by
her husband, three young adult kiddos and lots of material for her next
book.
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