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Dani Collins

Small town secrets. Big time heartache.

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NOT IN HER WILDEST DREAMS
Dani Collins

Series: Secret Dreams, Book One
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: January 1, 2017

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Small town secrets. Big time heartache.

As a teenager, Paige Fogarty crushed on Sterling Roy, but he was out of reach for a No Good Fogarty. Then, one magical night, they kissed. That’s all. Her father caught them, took a round out of Sterling, and Sterling retaliated by tagging her as the town slut. Paige rose above her reputation, got herself to school in Seattle, and is now a professional accountant. Her life would be perfect if she hadn’t been called back to Liebe Falls to save her family’s interests from those awful Roys.

Sterling was set up by Paige and her brother to take a beating from her father. He knows it, but he doesn’t hold a grudge. His exile from Liebe Falls allowed him to grow beyond his small town roots. He isn’t stuck running Roy Furnishings, the factory his mother calls his ‘legacy.’ Sterling only comes back to ensure the Fogartys don’t pull a fast one as his father buys out their share in the business.

Roy Furnishings is in trouble, though. Someone is skimming funds and Sterling is sure it’s Paige’s brother. As Sterling and Paige investigate, more than their own scandalous history comes to light. They’re trying to put their past to bed, but are liable to fall into one–together–before this is over. That’s impossible. A Fogarty end up with a Roy? Not in her wildest dreams.

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Paige has come to the hospital where her father, Grady, is recovering from his third heart attack. She overhears his business partner, Walter, wishing he had died, since that would make things so much easier. As she confronts him, Sterling comes up behind her.

She didn’t need this. She could walk away.

And would have, if a man hadn’t come up behind her.

“Excuse me,” he said, touching her shoulder lightly to indicate he’d like to get by.

Her bones turned to sand as recognition of that particular voice dawned. Sterling Roy. Walter’s son.

The battered box of Scrabble in her hand, the one she’d forgotten she was even holding, tilted. She’d meant to tape the end, but there hadn’t been any in the house, not without venturing into Lyle’s shop and monsters abided there. But maybe she should have risked her life and gone looking because the end of the box opened and letter tiles spilled all over the hospital’s green lino.

Far. Out.

Maybe she could spell, Terrific, while she was down here, groveling at the feet of these grade-A a-holes.

“Oh hell, I’m sorry.” Sterling crouched with her.

She glimpsed a dark gold crew cut of tousled spikes and a suit that put the other men’s to shame, then lowered her gaze to the scattered game pieces.

“I can do it,” she muttered, opening the box on the floor and thinking the whole thing would have to go into the incinerator. Hospital germs. Gross.

“It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He gathered up x’s and o’s and offered them to her.

What the hell was he doing here?

Apparently Walter found it equally questionable.

“What are you doing here?” He moved to stand above them.

“Plane was late.” Sterling’s voice had grown deeper, developing a hint of North Carolina ease. “I called Mom. She said you were here, seeing Grady. I thought you might need an exit strategy—”

Rude. Paige stopped what she was doing to look at him.

He met her gaze and shock froze his gorgeous features, giving her time to note that his all-American looks had matured into sculpted, Prince Charming perfection. His strong jaw was stronger, the cleft defined and lightly coated in brown-gold stubble. His straight nose was more arrogant, his lips full and sensual without being pretty. His brows had darkened enough to frame his eyes.

Those eyes were that kind of painful, mid-winter blue that was so intense it hurt to look into them. A cloud of scent surrounded him that was clean like rain, but warm and welcoming, masculine and enticing.

When did anyone ever feel their blood moving in their arteries? She did. Right now. Her whole body came alive with subtle throbs and a generation of heat that would embarrass her to death when it hit her cheeks.

“Paige.” His expression smoothed to something more neutral and polite while his gaze took in the hood that she’d pulled over her hair and the way the oversized hoodie hung off her narrow shoulders so much more loosely than it did on her fifteen-year-old nephew.

“I’ve seen Grady. We can leave now,” Walter urged.

Paige heard the tension in Walter’s voice and understood his impatience stemmed from Sterling being this close to Paige.

Because she was so irresistible to him.

Slapping the lid on the box, she stood, being careful to keep her hand over the broken end.

“Always a pleasure to see you, Sterling,” she said as he rose in front of her. She punctuated with a brilliant smile that she conjured purely to annoy his father.

It died on contact. Sterling wasn’t easy to lie to. His gaze traveled from her to his father and back.

Then he returned her killer smile with his own, letting his gaze linger as he surveyed her face as if he had every right to take a long perusal of her lack of make-up and dismayed scowl.

“Likewise,” he said, super friendly and edging toward charismatic, punishing her, she supposed, for daring to attempt to use him in a power play.

Rich and good-looking wasn’t enough for him. He had to be perceptive, too. Jerk.

He hadn’t changed much from the few times she’d spotted and avoided him, when they’d both been in town over the last fifteen years. He had filled out the way some men did in their thirties, from lanky to perfect, but he still had the celebrity air that made him the alpha-male just by showing up.

While she felt like the ultimate scullery maid, standing here with her broken board game, tongue-tied in the presence of the Homecoming King.

“No time to catch up,” she said with an edge of mockery. “I’m just saying ‘bye to Dad before I get on the road back to Seattle. Nice to see you.” Die.

“I hope he recovers quickly.” Sterling was better at sounding sincere than she was. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Sarcastic ass. She wanted to show him her finger.

He looked to his father as a signal they leave.

She turned toward the corridor that would take her to her father’s room, but she hadn’t gone two steps before she heard, “Whoa, there.”

Seriously?

And why was part of her oddly pleased that he was calling her back?

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Other Books by the Author

Also, don’t miss Book 2 in the Secret Dreams series by Dani Collins.

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Only In His Sweetest Dreams
Secret Dreams, Book 2

When Mercedes takes in her confused niece and nephew, jeopardizing the job she loves at a retirement community, she turns to the new handyman for advice. L.C. can fix anything and he’d love to be part of this misfit family, but he has a secret back home that Mercedes will never forgive.

Available on February 1,2017.

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About Dani Collins

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USA Today Bestseller Dani Collins is the author of thirty romances for Harlequin Presents, Montana Born and herself. Dani lives in Canada with her high school sweetheart. Join Dani’s newsletter and receive Cruel Summer, a short ebook romance, as a welcome gift: http://danicollins.com/free-book/

Official website: http://danicollins.com
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