Eight sentences are up from The Summer of Second Chances and Sophie and Ben just cannot catch a break. That delicious kiss intensifies when suddenly… “Sophie.” Ben pulled back and reached down to grasp her hands, “Soph… somebody’s at the door.” Squinting up into his passion-dark eyes, almost navy in the lamplight from the living room, she blinked in confusion before she finally heard the knocking from the utility room. Someone was rattling the hook on the screen door. He touched her lips with one finger, a gentle caress as he set her away from him. “Sheesh, this place is Grand Central Station tonight.” His breath came fast and shallow.…

It’s Sunday and time for eight more sentences from The Summer of Second Chances. Ben’s resistance is gone and Sophie’s suddenly shocked as hell that he succumbed, but she’s enjoying herself… Sophie moaned into the kiss. His hands were driving her insane—he traced the path of her spine and fire followed each touch. When she arched against his palm, he slid his fingers under the elastic band of her built-in bra, then around to cup her breast. As his thumb brushed her nipple, sanity rose to the surface for a brief moment. Dear God, she’d really done it. She wasn’t sure what astonished her more, the fact that she’d actually seduced…