Gwyn Jacobs doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Ever since her ex-husband walked out, leaving her alone with three small children, Gwyn has been mother, father, and bread-winner all rolled into one. Her own scarred heart aside, she refuses to open up her children’s lives to the possibility of another heartbreak, and so she has an unbending policy of no dating and no unattached men in their lives.
Until her very own fairy tale falls into her lap...and the hero won’t take no for an answer.
Gwyn Jacobs is not prepared for what happens when she meets megastar Gareth Connors. An instant connection brings these two together in what ensues to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Gwyn can't deny her attraction, yet she has so much at stake, and protecting her children from pain is her main priority, even before her happiness. But Gareth isn't easily deterred, and what starts out as a budding friendship, turns into the epic love affair of both their lives.
"Yes, my love"
"If Gareth was our daddy, he wouldn't leave us like our first one did."
"I know you're scared," Gareth continued, "and I know you're worried about your kids. But I also know what we have between us is too big to walk away from. I'm forty-two years old Gwyn, and I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you."
If she left this man now, before anything had really happened between them, she would already face an unfillable hole in her life. But after a weekend in his arms? She drew in a jagged breath as anticipated anguish flooded her soul.
How would she survive?
"Did I miss it?"
"Miss what, sweetie?" Gwyn asked. She rolled her eyes at Gareth's exaggerated attempt at seriousness, and then gave in to her reluctant grin.
Her smile dropped into oblivion. Gareth stepped neatly into her stunned silence to rescue her. "I thought you said kissing was gross."
"That's what Katie says," Nicholas informed him. "I wanted to see for myself"
"I see" Gareth quirked an amused eyebrow at Gwyn, waiting for her to respond. [...}
“It’s not that gross!” Nicholas yelled, presumably at his sister in her bedroom. Then, in a cheerful, only somewhat quieter voice, he called over the upstairs railing, “Thanks, Gareth. You can stop now.”