Summer on Firefly Lake + Giveaway
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: SUMMER ON FIREFLY
LAKE
Author: Jen Gilroy
Series: Firefly Lake, #2
On Sale: July 25, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $6.99 USD
Audio: $21.98 USD
Sometimes love is better
the second time around . . .
Mia Gibbs spent her
marriage putting her husband's needs before her own. And now, after a painful
divorce, she's building a new life for herself and her two daughters back home
at Firefly Lake. The last thing she needs is a man to complicate things. But
former bad boy turned friend Nick McGuire—and the one kiss they've shared-has
turned everything upside down . . .
Attorney Nick McGuire
wasn't meant to be a family man. His career has always been his focus and after
taking time out to help his mother, he's ready to get back to the city . . .
until Mia and her daughters arrive at Firefly Lake. Mia is beautiful and
intriguing, and it doesn't take long to realize being "just friends"
will never be enough. As the summer nights turn colder, Nick will have to
choose between the life he's always wanted . . . and the woman he can't live
without.
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THE FIREFLY LAKE SERIES
SUMMER ON FIREFLY LAKE, #2
BACK HOME AT FIREFLY LAKE,
#3
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jen Gilroy grew up under
the big sky of western Canada. After many years in England, she now lives in a
small town in eastern Ontario where her Irish ancestors settled in the
nineteenth century. She's worked in higher education and international
marketing but, after spending too much time in airports and away from her
family, traded the 9-5 to write contemporary romance to bring readers' hearts
home.
A small-town girl at
heart, Jen likes ice cream, diners, vintage style and all things country. Her
husband, Tech Guy, is her real-life romance hero, and her daughter, English
Rose, teaches her to cherish the blessings in the everyday.
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“Did you enjoy the play?” Nick
leaned over to speak into her ear.
She jumped and then blinked as the
overhead lights went on. “It was nice.”
“Nice?” He raised one dark eyebrow
and grinned. “It was a murder mystery where the villain killed his so-called friends
with poisoned martini olives. Nice isn’t the first word that comes to my
mind.”
“I meant it had a good plot. I
didn’t guess who did it until the end.” Probably because she hadn’t paid attention.
“I knew it was the town clerk all
along.”
“The town clerk? I thought it was
the caterer.”
“When he isn’t on the boards, the
actor who played the caterer is the town clerk over in Kincaid.” Nick chuckled.
“He’s always cast as the villain in local theater productions. Cat says it’s
because he has evil eyes. He grew up in Firefly Lake, and every Halloween when
we were kids, he dressed as a monster and scared her half to death.”
“I’m a city girl, remember?” Easy
banter, keep it light and pretend everything was like it had always been
between them. “I’m still not used to the kind of community here and how
everyone seems to be connected to everyone else.”
“There’s a lot that goes along with
that community.” Nick got to his feet and shepherded Mia through the crowd to
the exit. His big frame sheltered her and made her feel safe and protected.
“People know your business and think they have a right to talk about you
because their grandmother’s second cousin was related to your great-aunt by
marriage three times removed. They post pictures of you on Facebook.”
Mia’s face heated. A copy of that
Facebook picture had appeared on Gabrielle’s kitchen table. She should have gotten
rid of it but instead, Mia had taken it upstairs and tucked it into the bottom
of her suitcase. Then ignored Gabrielle’s pointed looks.
“Do you want to get ice cream?
Simard’s Creamery has a stand across the street from where we had dinner.”
The intimate bistro with tables for
two, where the muted candlelight had softened the planes of Nick’s face, and they’d
bumped knees under the small table to send jolts of awareness through her.
“You like your tiger tail ice
cream, don’t you?” Although Nick’s voice held a teasing note, something hot and
elemental sparked in his eyes. Then his expression changed again, and he was
the Nick who’d helped her with her mom’s foundation on all those late-night
phone calls last winter. The friend she called when she wanted to talk about
anything and everything.
Mia stopped in the middle of the
rutted track in the field where they’d left the car. The long grass tickled her
bare legs below her sundress, and she shivered in the cool night air. They’d go
for ice cream and then Nick would take her home. They’d drive the familiar
highway back to Firefly Lake and talk about the play and how well Charlie and
Lexie were doing. Safe, easy topics.
He’d drop her off at Harbor House,
and she’d go upstairs and get into Georgia’s single bed beneath the tattered
travel posters. Alone. Like all those other nights she’d spent alone, denying
what she wanted and making excuses.
“I changed my mind. I don’t want
ice cream.” Her voice shook.
“Mia, I—” He made a choked sound.
“I thought about what you said.” If
she didn’t go for this, she’d always regret it and wonder about what might have
been. And maybe a fling with Nick was exactly what she needed to put the last
ghosts of her marriage behind her. “You’re right. We’re both single and neither
of us wants something the other one can’t give.”
“Are you sure?”
She tried to laugh. “We’d have to
be discreet.”
“Of course.” The raw desire on his
face was replaced by a glimpse of what might have been vulnerability.
“I like you, and I know you won’t
hurt me.” Because she’d locked the part of her that could be hurt deep inside. “We
both have needs.” She kicked the grass with her sandals and rubbed her bottom
lip.
“I like you, too. What Jay did was
wrong, and I want to make sure you understand I’d never do anything like that.”
A pulse fluttered in Nick’s throat. “We might not have a relationship, but I
wouldn’t sleep with anybody else if I slept with you.”
Mia looked at the night sky, where
stars twinkled above the forested hills. When she was little, she’d wished on
stars and believed in a happy-ever-after. But she was an adult, and life had
made her wiser and destroyed her childish belief in magic and wishes. “Where do
we go from here?”
“I’ll take you back to Mom’s if you
want me to.” Nick’s arm brushed the curve of her shoulder through her light
sweater, and the tremble inside her kicked up. “If you’re not ready.”
She was ready all right and had
been even before he kissed her the first time. “I want this.” She lifted her
face to his as a cloud scudded across the moon. “I want you.”
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