Cade: I tried. I really tried. I should be out of this small town by now, finishing my law degree and partnering up with my buddies, but I couldn’t resist one last street race. Now I’m sidelined in the hospital, and while my injuries will heal, I’m not so sure my voice will return. What kind of attorney can’t talk? Yeah, exactly. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to come back from this . . . until Tasha Montgomery reawakens every competitive bone in my body.
Tasha: I nearly watched Cade Wilson die on that lonely stretch of road. He’s damn lucky just to be alive, even if he doesn’t realize it. I know he’s destined for bigger and better things, but I don’t mind helping him get there as he relearns everything he took for granted. Cade’s a good student, a real perfectionist; I can tell how much his stutter bothers him. But when he lets his kisses do the talking, everything else disappears. And one day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me that he wants me—as much as I want him.
Silver-tongued, cocky, confident Caden Wilson has a problem. His tongue. Oh, he knows how to use it, but see, he just can’t. A street-racing accident has stolen his voice, and there is only one friend who has stuck around to help him figure out why he can’t talk without tripping over his palate. And, of course, it’s the one girl he’d rubbed the wrong way once before in his past.
The best part of writing a hero like Cade is watching him transform before my eyes. He had no idea he was in for the ride of a lifetime after that car wreck. He thought he knew what his future held, and had no interest in changing who he was–not for anyone. Enter Tasha Montgomery. She doesn’t like him, but she can’t deny that she wants to help. She also can’t stop being attracted to him, which is frustrating her to no end. She likes khakis and collars, so what’s up with the sudden attraction to tattoos and T-shirts?
Cade and Tasha butt heads, which is fun, but they also bump lips, which is WAY more fun. And really, who can resist that sort of love/hate chemistry? Not me.