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The Second Time’s the Charm…
Well, it would have to be. Because Vivian Jackson’s first honeymoon—to her creepy now-ex—was a disaster. So while the last place she would like to be at the moment is Honeymoon Mountain, she, along with her sisters, has to get her late father’s lodge ready to sell. Until she has a change of plans—and she swears that her unrequited teenage crush on former star quarterback Benjamin Hunter, Honeymoon Mountain resident, has nothing to do with it.
But old sparks burst into flames once again. And this time, Benjamin has made his intentions all too clear. The result is a night of passion—and Vivian saying those three little words: I am pregnant. Will this lead to Benjamin saying the three little words Vivian wants to hear? And a wedding…and honeymoon…on the mountain?
“I remember the time your father told me he would skin me alive if he ever caught me with one of his daughters. Scared the living daylights out of me.”
A slice of surprise caught at her. “I didn’t know he’d warned you off. So that’s why you didn’t give any of us a second look.”
“Oh, I took more than a second look. I just made sure you didn’t know it. There were plenty of times I thought about you long after my polite, Jedediah-approved chats with you.”
Vivian saw the dark hunger in his eyes she’d been sure she’d imagined all those years ago and her heart started to hammer in her chest while her stomach took a big dip. It was as if she was fifteen again and all she wanted was for Benjamin to look at her. And maybe want her a little so she didn’t feel like such a fool.
Benjamin lowered his mouth, inch by excruciating inch. She could hardly breathe and thinking was out of the question. When his lips touched hers, she couldn’t stop a soft sigh. He must have taken that as an affirmation because then he slid his hand behind her neck and deepened the pressure, exploring her mouth as if he’d been waiting a long time.
Vivian felt herself sinking into the taste and sensation of his hunger. Her body reacted like lightning, taking her completely off guard.
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Honeymoon Mountain: Love on a hilltop!
Honeymoon Mountain Bride
Leanne Banks
LEANNE BANKS is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with over sixty-eight books to her credit. Leanne loves her family, the beach and chocolate. You can reach her at www.leannebanks.com.
This book is dedicated to all of you who encouraged me to write it and finish it! You know who you are!
Contents
“To Dad,” Vivian Jackson said, lifting her glass of cheap wine as she looked beyond the dock to the blue waters of the North Carolina lake. “Peaceful sailing.”
“Catch the big one,” her sister Temple said, lifting her glass.
“To Dad,” her youngest sister, Jillian, said. “Drop that eight-point buck with one shot right between the eyes.”
Vivian winced at the image but knew her father, Jedediah Jackson, the son of a son of a sailor, retired navy himself and hunter/fisher extraordinaire, would approve.
Although Vivian had never quite thought she’d measured up to her father’s expectations, she felt a painful sense of loss. “I almost can’t believe he’s really gone. I expect him to come down that hill from the lodge with a bait box and two fishing poles, telling me not to be afraid of worms and insects and not to throw the pole in the water when I get a little bite on the line.”
“He didn’t always know what to do with girls. I think he was
