Bringing Home the Bad Boy
Welcome to Evergreen Cove
THE BAD BOY IS BACK
Evan Downey needs a new beginning. Since the death of his wife five years ago, the brilliant tattoo artist has shut himself away in a prison of grief that not even his work can break him out of-and what’s worse, Evan knows his son Lyon is bearing the brunt of his seclusion. Moving back to the lake town of Evergreen Cove where he spent his childhood summers is his last chance for a fresh start.
Charlotte Harris knows she owes it to her best friend’s memory to help Evan and his son find their way again, but she can’t stop her traitorous heart from skipping a beat every time she looks into Evan’s mesmerizing eyes. Charlotte is determined to stay strictly in the Friend Zone-until a mind-blowing night knocks that plan by the wayside. Now, if they’re brave enough to let it, Charlotte and Evan might just find a love capable of healing their broken hearts...
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"Lemmon’s latest is a sexy gem of a read that will tug at the heartstrings. Evan is charming and vulnerable and his sizzling connection with the sweet, genuine Charlotte will keep readers turning the pages. A heartfelt plot infused with both emotionally tender and raw moments makes this a story that readers will savor."
"Everthing I love in a romance!" ~Lori Foster, NYT Bestselling Author
A LOVE NOTE
This post originally appeared on True Story Book Blog where Lisa gave me the opportunity to write a love letter from Evan to Charlotte. I enjoyed it so much!
You know my demonstrations of love come in forms of art, and I really wanted to give you this letter on a canvas. Paint, Ace. That’s how we do it, don’t we, baby? But I also knew you’d want to keep these words close (and to yourself), so pen and paper it is.
Damn. I don’t even know where to start. When Rae died, I never dreamed I’d smile again. Never dreamed my heart would be filled again. Never dreamed my boy—that Lyon would look at another woman and call her “Mom.” Life has been unfair, and not just to me, but to you. To Rae. To Rae’s parents. But mostly to my son—our son, Ace. You know he’s half yours now, don’t you?
I gotta say—now more than ever—I love you. Not just for your finger-painting skills, or the mess you let me make of your hair, or the way that fantastic ass of yours wiggles when you walk away from me. (You know I had to say it.) But also because I love your big, beautiful, forgiving, loving heart. You’re an incredible friend, a talented photographer, and you mean the world to me. The whole world, Ace. I don’t say that lightly.
You may have started out timid, afraid to take the leap with me, but now you have the heart of a lion, baby. You have Lyon’s heart. You have my heart, too.
Meet me in the studio. Have another painting I’d like to make with you.