Title: A Perfect Mistake (A Perfect Secret Series, #2)
Author: Zoe Dawson
Release date: December 22, 2013
Publisher: Blue Moon Creative, LLC
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mystery
How can they have a future when their past is based on a lie?
The perfect preacher’s daughter, Verity Fairchild, has something that only she and God know about and she wants to keep it that way. Her mistake was easy to keep secret when she was out of town, but now that she's come back to Hope Parish for the summer, she comes face-to-face with the guy responsible for it all. Boone Outlaw nearly ruined everything for her and despite the fact that he's now working at her father's church, she's determined to stay as far away from him as possible.
Boone Outlaw doesn't understand Verity's anger towards him. He barely knows her. In high school she was Holy Mary Verity and she was off limits - except in his dreams where Verity seems way too real. Most of the time he was wasted in high school, not the type of boy Verity would ever look at twice, but he can’t shake the feeling that something might have happened between them. He’s going to break his own rules to get the answers he needs straight from Verity.
What will Verity do when she finds something in Boone that she never knew existed and her perfect mistake is the only thing that could stand between them and their happiness? Will she sacrifice Boone to keep her secret?
About the Author
Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.
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Excerpt from A Perfect Mistake
He leaned in, and I couldn’t seem to make myself back away from him. He held my eyes in a gaze that just wouldn’t let me go. Intense, hot, and I felt the sizzle shimmer over me like the blast of a heated July wind.
He set his hands on the sink, his body way too close to mine. Memories that I wanted to forget made my body soften and my heart pound.
I looked at his mouth, and my fingers moved of their own violation, finding his lips so soft. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I knew what it was like to kiss Boone. One of the problems was that I couldn’t forget.
I remembered how soft his lips were. I remembered how my whole body had gone up in flames. His gentle touch, his masterful kiss that took me down a path fraught with so much danger. I didn’t understand then what I was doing. Why I was so out of control. It was so not like me, and yet it had been freeing, had felt fantastic. The first and last man I had kissed ever in my life.
He took a quick breath, his eyes going hotter, an incandescent blue. I hated myself for remembering and for yearning for his mouth again. After everything he’d put me through. But I was having doubts about my opinion of Boone Outlaw. I was ashamed of the neat and villainous box I had put him in without even talking to him. That was immature and I was nineteen years old. My innocence had been lost and the struggle to accept reality had almost done me in. I hated to admit that the rumors had influenced my opinion of him. I had been naïve in high school. I had been a complete fool, in fact. I had paid the price.
He closed his eyes, like he was trying to gather his composure, and the angles and planes of his face were as fascinating to me as the patterns and lines of my designs.
Oh, God, his mouth was killing me, and because I had lost my innocence, I was quite aware that he had wanted to kiss me yesterday. Without even realizing I was going to do it, I replaced my fingers with just a brief touch of my mouth.
His eyes flashed open and I held his gaze for what felt like forever. I could feel the power of his character in that gaze, even while I could read nothing of his thoughts. I gasped and started to draw back, but he cupped the back of my neck and pulled my mouth against his with a soft groan, while bringing his body into contact with mine.
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