Can a romance that was written in the stars survive real life? Lily Clark and Gavin Edwards met when their lives collided in a crazy twist of fate. Their relationship started amidst chaos, fraught with lust, passion, and love. Building a life together will take more than destiny, especially when ghosts from their past try to tear them apart.
Needing a fresh start, Lily decides to escape her life in Washington, DC to join Gavin in London. Trust and faith have never come easily to Lily. She’ll be put to the test now that she and Gavin are living under the same roof.
To make matters worse, trouble finds Lily wherever she goes. She thought she’d rid herself of her late husband’s demons, but she soon learns that when you make a deal with the devil, he often comes back to up the ante. Can she learn to let Gavin in or will she continue to fight her battles alone? Find out what happens When Fate Isn’t Enough.
All of the whiskey has me feeling warm and toasty, a blessing as we brave the cold day. The light rain has stopped, so we take a short walk through Covent Gardens. We end up at a palatial building with a giant ice rink in front of it.
As soon as I see it, I skip, dragging him toward the rink. “Gavin, I haven’t been ice skating since I was a kid! What a great idea!” I squeal.
He kisses my hand as we get in line. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I’m a bit tipsy from you pouring drinks down my throat, so you’d better be ready to catch me.” When we get to the front of the line, we give the attendant our skate sizes. I bite my lip. “I hope I can still skate.”
Gavin pays for our skates. “It’s like riding a bicycle. It’ll come back to you.”
“Can you skate?” Before he can answer, I hold up my hand and say, “Never mind. You’re Gavin. Of course you can skate. In fact, you probably started playing hockey before you could walk and were this close to joining an Olympic team, but you didn’t because you wanted to pursue something else you’re amazing at.”
A blush spreads across his cheek as he laughs. “Yes, I can skate. Yes, I played ice hockey, but I was never that good. I played in school, but that’s it.”
I pat his face. “You’re too pretty for hockey.” I kiss him before he can fight back.
He picks up our skates and carries them to the bench so we can lace them up. Getting to go on a normal date with him, like a normal couple, is wonderful. The rink is packed with people, so I pray I can control myself. I’d hate to wipe out and take down a bunch of people with me.
While tying my laces, I turn to him. “So, let me get this straight. Ice skating is okay, but sex isn’t? Explain this to me.”
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Gavin kneels in front of me. He unwraps my scarf from around my neck and places it in my lap. Sliding his hand under the collar of my coat, he runs his finger along my color bone, stopping on the side on my neck. He leans in and whispers, “By watching this spot right here, I can monitor your heartbeat.” His hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my body. “When I slide inside you for the first time and your eyes roll back from the pleasure, I can see you what I do to you. Your breath hitches, your head tips back, exposing your gorgeous neck and this spot tells me how aroused you are. When I trust deep inside you and hit the sweet spot that makes you moan, I run my tongue along your neck and I can feel the excitement coursing through your body. Your hungry need to come. When you finally come apart beneath me, your pulse races like a jackhammer. Even when you’re one hundred percent healthy, I worry about what I’m doing to you. So whilst I think your heart can handle for a casual skate, I know you’re not ready for me. When I finally have you again, taste you again, you’d better be in tip top shape, because you’re not going to be able to move for days after I’m through with you.”
He wraps the scarf around my neck with an innocent look on his face, as though he didn’t just rock my world and drench my panties. “Better keep you bundled up. Can’t have you catching a cold.” He stands and holds out his hand to me. “Ready to skate?”
I shake my head while taking his hand. “You’re evil. Pure evil.”
He winks then guides me to the rink.
Isabelle Richards spent years as a speech writer before tackling fiction. An avid reader of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.
When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners, although they frequently sleep on the job.