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Is there a man in your past you'd like to revisit? Someone who you left too quickly? Do you wonder what he's like today?
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Former ballerina, now choreographer, Dorrie Rodgers goes back for a "do-over" with each of the three men she left behind. Did she leave them too quickly? Which will she choose? Or will she return to the one man who broke her heart?
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WILL SHE PICK ARCHER CANFIELD?
Dorrie closed the gap between them, grabbing his lapels and pulling him to her for another kiss. This time, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He responded immediately, crushing her against his chest. She lost her sense of time and place in the sensations his mouth and hands were creating. There was nothing for Dorrie but Archer Canfield and the heat burning through her veins as her need for him grew. ********************************************************************************
OR RICK TARLOCK?
Dorrie closed her eyes and gave herself over to the experience. Rick was an expert lover, and all she had to do was lie back and enjoy it. Peeking out from slitted lids, she saw him rip his tie off and toss it on the floor. Soon his shirt and T-shirt followed. Unable to move her arms up, she bent her head and ran her lips, then her tongue, along his chest. A smattering of brown hair tickled her face as she licked him. His groan made her smile *****************************************************
Or JOHNNY FLANAGAN?
Dorrie followed him in, taking a big breath and plunging head first into the surf. When she surfaced, Johnny was treading water just beyond where the waves break. She swam toward him.
“Still got your suit?” he asked.
“Yeah. Why?”“Hell, I’ve seen more fabric on a wallet than on you.”
“Are you complaining?” She stayed nearby, treading water.
He burst into laughter. “Never! Never complain about an almost naked woman.”
He’s still looking at me like that… ************************************************
Or Gunther Quill, the man who broke her heart?“If I was insecure, I’d think you were avoiding me,” he whispered, standing too close to her.
Dorrie’s heartbeat doubled as adrenaline poured into her veins. Fight or flight? Let me out of here. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pasted a smile on her lips and turned to face him.
“Why Gunther, what a surprise.”
“You little liar. I texted you.”
“Did you? Can’t get those on the plane.”
“Still playing tag with the truth,” he growled in a deep, low voice. “You’re avoiding me.” *************************
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