Title: When Love Happens
Series:Ribbon Ridge # 3
By: Darcy Burke
Releasing May 26th, 2015
In a town as small as Ribbon Ridge and with a family as large as the Archers, even the best kept secrets don’t stay buried for long…
Tori Archer is married…well, on paper anyway. She hasn’t actually seen her husband since the disastrous morning after their impulsive Vegas wedding. The memories of their intense passion may still make her weak in the knees, but Tori knows their marriage was a mistake.
After six months filming abroad, television producer Sean Hennessy wants nothing more than to track down his sexy, captivating wife and get her into bed… fast. So when his boss sends him to Oregon to persuade the famous Archer sextuplets-the former stars of a reality TV show-to do a reunion special, Sean sees the perfect chance to win Tori back.
Only, Tori wants nothing to do with him and is determined to push him away. But their attraction is as hot as ever and Sean will do anything to prove their relationship was more than just a fling…because he knows that when real love happens, it changes everything.
Darcy Burke is the USA Today bestselling author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily-ever-after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations.
A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids-who each seem to have inherited the writing gene in some form-and two Bengal cats. In her “spare” time Darcy is a serial volunteer enrolled in a 12-step program where one learns to say “no,” but she keeps having to start over. Her happy places are Disneyland and Labor Day weekend at the Gorge.
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October, Los Angeles
Sean Hennessy popped the top off a bottle of Guinness and bee-lined for his new sofa. New? He’d bought the damn thing more than six months ago hoping to impress the woman who’d become his wife before she’d come for her first—and only one of two—visit.
And the sofa had come in quite handy since it had provided a soft, horizontal surface.
He swigged back a quarter of the bottle in an effort to not think about that, or her. It was just good to be home after the long production in Europe. As if that was a better subject to ponder.
The limited television series project following American ex-pats as they relocated to Europe had gone over budget and exceeded the schedule. He was relieved he still had a job, never mind that none of the disasters that had befallen the production had been within his control. How could he have predicted the flooding that had put the entire production on hiatus for five days? Or the loss of a truckload of equipment after the driver had been t-boned by another truck? Or the horrific stomach bug that had taken down half the crew for the better part of a week? The high point should have been visiting his folks and friends in the UK for a long weekend, but he hadn’t even been able to do that, something his parents didn’t understand—and were still disappointed about.
Taking another long pull from his beer, Sean closed his eyes and put his feet up on the leather ottoman. At least he was home now, back in the City of Angels, with a weekend of relaxation ahead of him.
His cell phone rang over on the kitchen counter. That had to be Mike. Part of Sean, hell, most of him, wanted to ignore the text, but he knew he couldn’t. He ought to be glad his boss wasn’t camped out on his doorstep. He’d emailed Sean at least three times in the past twenty-four hours saying they needed to meet as soon as Sean got back. Sean was a fool to think he’d get a weekend off given the way things had gone.
Pushing himself up from the couch, he scuffed over to the counter and picked up the phone. Not Mike, but his mother calling from England.
Sean answered, “Hi, Mum.”
“Sean, are you home now?” she asked.
“Yes, just got in a bit ago.”
Her heavy sigh carried through the phone and made it seem like she was right next to him instead of half a world away. “We were really hoping you’d be able to swing by for a visit before you went back to LA.”
“I know, I was too. But Christmas is only a couple of months off and I’ll be home then.”
“What about your father’s surgery? That’s next month, in case you forgot.”
How could he? Sean subsidized his parents’ medical care, paying for supplemental insurance that allowed Dad to undergo hip replacement surgery at the time and facility of his choice instead of waiting potentially years for the procedure under the national program. “I haven’t forgotten. If there’s any way I can get home for that, I will. I’ll be there for Christmas for sure—that I can promise.”
He really hoped he didn’t eat those words.
“Oh, good.” He heard the smile in her voice and relaxed. Until she spoke again. “It’s a shame you and your wife couldn’t join us for our Scotland jaunt next week. You’ll bring her for Christmas, though. We can’t wait to meet her.”
Ha, not bloody likely. His mother was going to be heartbroken when he told her the marriage was a crashing failure.