Do you remember that delicious little book called The Proposition that has been on everyone’s lips since its release in November…? Are you one of the many anxiously awaiting for its sequel, biting your nails, stalking the author’s Facebook page, desperate for a snippet, a teaser, even just a word to soothe the withdrawal symptoms? Well, book junkies, your FIX is coming sooner than you think!!! Shhh… Can you keep a secret? Put a little star next to 15 January on your calendars…
In the meantime, I give you the beginning of Chapter One to tide you over…
In the weeks following Aidan’s betrayal, Emma has tried her best to move on. Ignoring his countless texts, voice mails, and flowers, she isn’t sure she wants to be won back by him. But Aidan isn’t going down without a fight – especially not until Emma lets him reveal the secret of his past that caused him to be so commitment phobic.
But fate intervenes when premature labor forces Emma on strict bed rest for two weeks. Aidan steps forward with a shocking proposal. To prove his love and commitment for her and their unborn son, he will take a leave of absence from work to care for her around the clock. Vowing to guard her heart, Emma reluctantly agrees.
While she is touched by Aidan’s attentiveness and tender loving care, Emma is thrown for a loop by the amorous attentions of ER doctor, Alpesh “Pesh” Nadeen. Pesh is everything Emma could ever want – successful, stable, and ready to settle down and be a husband and father. Pesh wants nothing more than to win Emma’s heart, but she is not sure she’s able to give it.
Her heart may still belong to the very man who broke it – the one who is so desperately trying to win her back.
Aidan jolted out of his nightmare to find himself facedown on the kitchen table. Sweat trickled down his face. He raised a trembling hand to swipe it away. That was when he realized it was tears, not sweat, soaking his cheeks. He hadn’t had a nightmare about Amy’s accident in years. It only took a second for him to remember what had brought it on.
Everything he thought he had felt for Amy was magnified a million times with Emma. He had only thought he knew what love was. Without even trying, she had managed to illicit feelings in him he never could have imagined. And now she was gone.
A defeated cry of agony slipped from his lips.
“I see we’re back to the nightmares, huh?”
Aidan jumped before jerking his gaze over his shoulder. “Hello to you too, Pop. How’d you get in?”
Patrick gave him a tight smile. “I have a key, son.”
When he whirled around in his chair, Aidan’s head spun, and he had to grip the table to steady himself. “Yeah, well, whatever happened to knocking?”
“I did, but you never came to the door. Now I can see why.”
Aidan stared up at the blurry double images of his father’s frowning face. One look of absolute and total disgust would have been enough, but damned if in his drunken state there had to be two.
Patrick leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Son, I do believe you’re sh*t-faced!”
After snorting contemptuously, Aidan’s face smacked hard onto the kitchen table. His chest rose and fell in laughter at the fact his father had actually said the word sh*t-faced. Of course his level of inebriation also made it funnier.
When he finally composed himself, he exclaimed, “Actually, Pop, I was sh*t-faced five beers and three shots of Patron ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m f*cking plastered.”