For billionaire Whit Martin, Jamie Rutkowski is the one who got away. Now his college girlfriend is back to celebrate their best’s friend’s marriage. As their chemistry reignites into an even greater passion, Whit’s determined that this time their relationship will work. But are they ready to unlock the secrets of their past…if it means a chance at forever?

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Excerpt
First kisses are one of my favorite scenes to write.

 Actually, that’s not true. What I really like is dragging out the first kiss.  I like letting the tension build like air expanding in a balloon. I want that balloon to grow as large as possible before poking a hole and letting some of the air escape. In my attention, the greater the tension, the bigger the payoff.  And I don’t just mean sexual tension.  I mean emotional tension too.  A kiss that releases feelings along with desire is… well, I think it’s really satisfying.

 In Reunited with Her Blue-Eyed Billionaire, former college lovers, Whit Martin and Jamie Rutkowski, are reunited when their best friends become engaged.  It’s been several years since they’ve seen each other.  Neither are the person they were in college.  Jamie’s gone on to build a successful career as a ghostwriter while Whit’s spent the past seven years battling his personal demons.

 Even though the pair went their separate ways, the emotional connection they shared is as strong as ever. In this scene, the two of them are on the roof of Whit’s Manhattan office building. It’s a cold, blustery night. The smell of snow is in the air. Whit has just finished talking about the accident that led to his battle with substance abuse.

 “The silence that followed made him nervous. What was Jamie thinking? Was she ashamed of him too? Knowing he might not like the expression he saw, Whit looked in her direction. She stood with her eyes fixed on the building across the street, the scarf blocking her profile. When she finally spoke, it was with care. “Frankie Johnson, the athlete I worked with, said something to me when we were writing his book last year and the words stuck with me. He said, ‘If I hadn’t messed up as spectacularly as I did, I wouldn’t be the man I am today. It’s not the failing that defines me; it’s the getting back up.’”

 “Did he really say that?”

 “More or less. I might have tweaked the words a little bit.” She looked at him with what he swore was encouragement. “What I’m saying is, look at everything you’re doing with your foundation—all the programs you have planned. None of them would exist if you hadn’t battled your own problems.”

 “I’m hardly inventing the wheel here. There are many other organizations tackling these issues. Even if I never came along with my foundation, someone else would have,” he said.

 “Maybe, but you’re the one shaping its vision today.” Her hand gripped his shoulder, fingers squeezing firm through the padding in an effort to be felt. “Give yourself some credit, Whit. No matter how weak you think you were, remember that you battled back, and that takes extraordinary strength.”

 She wouldn’t be offering encouragement if she knew how badly he’d screwed up, that his so-called strength had come at the expense of another person.

 There would be plenty of time to tear himself down later, however. For the moment, he decided to let her words stand.

 Reaching up, he entwined his fingers with hers. The yarn of her gloves felt coarse in the cold, but the contact soothed him, nonetheless. “You always did see me as something better than I was.”

 “Maybe,” she murmured. “Or...” He felt her lean closer, and her breath brushed the skin beneath his ear. “Maybe I’m seeing you as you really are.”

 Whit let her words wash over him, wondering if she knew how much they affected him. Maybe, he thought, he was the one seeing things more clearly now. Maybe he hadn’t appreciated just how lucky he’d been when they were dating.

 “Thank you,” he said, turning around.

 “For what? I didn’t do anything special.”

 Unwilling to break the connection quite yet, he kept their hands joined. His agitation with himself faded. It was too easy to feel comfortable when he was in Jamie’s presence. “You listened to me,” he told her.

 “I’m supposed to listen to you; it’s my job.”

 “Up here it’s not. You didn’t have to listen to a word I said if you didn’t want to, and you sure as hell didn’t have to try to reassure me.”

 The shadows might hide her cheek color, but the way she ducked her head exposed her. She was blushing. “Whit...”

 “Shh. Just take the compliment, will you?”

 He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

 When he pulled back, Jamie’s eyes were wide with brown-eyed wonder. Their sparkle in the dark sucker-punched him, bringing back all the warm, indescribable sensations he’d felt before.

 He wanted to kiss her properly. So badly it hurt.

 And from the way her eyes were studying his mouth, she was thinking the same way.

 She angled her head ever so slightly and leaned toward him.

 Do they kiss or is tension prolonged? No spoilers here.  You’ll have to read the book to find out.

For billionaire Whit Martin, Jamie Rutkowski is the one that got away. Now, his college girlfriend is back to celebrate their best’s friend’s marriage. As their chemistry reignites into an even greater passion, are they ready to unlock the secrets of their past… if it means a chance at forever?

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