Hannah is small-town girl from Sweetwater, Texas. She and Roarke were a couple back in the day. All was lovely until something sent Hannah running from her small town and, more importantly, from the man that broke her heart. Years pass, and Hannah finds herself back home, starting a new career path. She can deny it all she wants, but she never filled the Roarke sized hole in her heart with another man. Roarke is now a big-time horse whisperer who, on the surface, seems to be living a charmed life. Too bad he’s never been able to get over his one true love either.
Tangled Up in Christmas is a second chance romance. Hannah is older and wiser now, she’s able to listen to reason and speak up for herself instead of running. Roarke has been given a second chance, and he is not letting the woman of his dreams slip through his fingers again. While planning the town’s holiday festivities, Hannah slowly discovers the details surrounding the incident that sent her running six years ago. Lisa Renee Jones is always good for sorting out clues, especially ones that lead to true love with a dash of Christmas angst.
“We are anything but done,” he says, and then his mouth is on my mouth, his tongue licking past my teeth, caressing deep.
I moan with the taste of him, wicked and wrong and yet oh so right. I want this. I want him, but this has to be on my terms. I shove on his chest, tearing my mouth from his. “This means nothing. You aren’t forgiven. We aren’t us again. We aren’t—”
“We never stopped being us, Hannah. If that’s not obvious to you, it is to me. I’ll show you.”
“Don’t show me. Just—just kiss me.”
“I don’t need to be told twice. Not where you’re concerned.” And then he’s kissing me again and I don’t stop him this time because if I do, I’ll think too hard, and that’s not an option. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. I just want to feel this man close, one last time. That’s all.
One.
Last.
Time.
A proper goodbye.
The one I never had.
The one we never had.