She's running from her past, he's unsure about his future. Maybe together they can figure out what was MEANT TO BE... Officer Garrett Jamison is at the lowest point in his life. He's lost faith in his ability as a police officer after unwittingly setting his sister up with a dirty cop. Garrett ended up getting shot, and his sister's son kidnapped right out of his own bed. He takes a leave from the force, in need of some time to make a decision about his future. Too bad he can't get a decent night's sleep thanks to his sexy new neighbor and her howling cat. Jessica McGovern moves halfway across the country to start a new life in Green Bay, Wisconsin after her ex-husband is convicted of involuntary manslaughter in the death of their young son. Her new neighbor is as infuriating as he is handsome, but when her ex is released from prison early and shows up in town, Jessica discovers she's never needed anyone more. Excerpt: He just wanted to get to know the obstinate woman... "I'm a pretty good listener, Jess. And anything you tell me would be strictly confidential. You have my word." She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, and the temptation to pull her into his arms nearly overpowered him. Their earlier kiss had been cut short, and he hadn't been able to think about much since. "There's nothing to tell," she insisted. "I got married too young, and he turned out to be a total loser. End of story." Having hoped she would open up to him, Garrett felt a surprising sense of disappointment. "Fine. If that's the way you want it, I won't push." He swiped his fingers through his hair. "Your business is your business." "Finally," she said with a playful roll of her eyes. "Listen, it's been great fun and all, but I have to get up early for work. So, if you wouldn't mind..." She gestured toward the door. Garrett shook his head and chuckled. "Woman, you are hell on a man's ego." "Somehow, I think you'll live." "Well?" He stood up and motioned her forward. "Aren't you going to send me off with a good night kiss?" She let out a delicate snort. "You act as if we're dating or something. Hell, we just got past our mutual dislike of each other." "Is 'mutual dislike' what you were feeling when you wrapped your arms and legs around me in the kitchen?" he asked, annoyed by her casual attitude. "Because it's definitely not what I was feeling." "I see your ego isn't as delicate as you thought it was." Garrett reached down, grasped both her hands, and hauled her to her feet. He gazed down at her, holding her tight against him with one hand, while the other worked the ponytail holder from her hair. Gently, he finger-combed the silky blonde tendrils away from her face while gazing down at her lips, fighting the urge to kiss her breathless. "The hell with it," he whispered, losing the battle, and took her mouth with fierce possession. Jessica melted into him without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slanted her mouth beneath his, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a sexy little moan. Garrett had to use every bit of his self-control to keep from stripping her naked and taking her right there on the floor. He wanted to taste every inch of her, make her burn for him, hunger for him. And she could deny it 'til the cows came home, but the way she responded to him was all the proof he needed--Jessica wanted him just as much.

THERE'S ONLY BEEN YOU - (Jamison Series, Book 1) Lies destroyed their past--will the truth end their chance at a future? Sara Jamison has no clue where Mike Andrews' been all these years, but she knows where she's been--busy raising their son. Two weeks after he accused her of cheating and disappeared from her life, Sara discovered she was something she never expected to be--an unwed pregnant teenager. But with the love and support of her annoyingly alpha-male family, she's managed to make a good life for herself and her young son. She even owns her own business, Sara's Bakery, which she's built into a thriving success. Sure, she works too hard and her social life is nonexistent, but for the most part, she's content. Until the day Detective Mike Andrews walks into her bakery and back into her life... Of all the bakeries in town... Sara blew out a frustrated breath as she faced the troublesome machine. "Couldn't have waited 'til Monday, could you? Rotten appliance." Ten minutes later, she smiled with triumphant satisfaction as the sweet aroma of vanilla coffee filled the bakery. First thing Monday morning, she'd call the dealer and ask when they could deliver a new machine. The bell above the door chimed. "See, Amanda. You just have to show this devil who's bos..." The words died on her lips. Legs braced apart, a disdainful scowl curling his lip, Mike stood just inside the door. Her heart lurched and her breath caught. This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening-- "You sound just like that arrogant brother of yours." Deep breath, compose yourself. "I'll take that as a compliment." She narrowed her eyes. "Now get the hell out." "You need to work on your people skills, lady." He strode forward and stopped in front of the display case, looking around in obvious astonishment. "Well, I'll be dipped. When I saw the Sara's Bakery sign, I said to myself, no friggin' way. But morbid curiosity got the better of me. So a bakery, huh? Not much of a surprise, really--" "What do you want, Mike?" He turned toward her and she finally got a good look at the side of his face. My God, had Garrett done that? She couldn't help feeling a measure of satisfaction. Oh, who was she kidding? She hoped it hurt like hell. He must have realized where her gaze rested because he reached up and fingered his jaw. "Don't get too excited, he sucker-punched me." He leaned over and tapped the glass above her jumbo chocolate muffins. "I'll take one of those and a large coffee. Regular, not that flavored crap." With an angry huff, she stalked over to pour him a cup. Why did he have to look so damn good? Was it too much to ask for a receding hairline and a donut around the middle? He wore his thick, blue-black hair shorter than he used to, which only made the resemblance between him and Ethan more pronounced. He'd put on a good twenty-five to thirty pounds of solid muscle as the black T-shirt stretched tautly over his chest could attest to. And those eyes--cobalt and incredible--had continued to haunt her over the years. Ethan's were the exact same color.