Title: Bittersweet Moments(Moments in Time #3)
Author: Dori Lavelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2014
Six years ago, Melisa Bergfeld’s husband died. As the grief of losing him tore into her, she lost his last gift to her—their unborn child—and her hopes and dreams turned to ashes.Left with a life she no longer wants, she seeks salvation in a homeless shelter. For a while, that’s more than enough. But when a fire breaks out, in walks the man who will try to save her life—if she’ll let him. Florian “Heat” Dane has left behind a trail of broken hearts in his wake, including pieces of his own. For all the girls he’s used to fill the hole in his heart, there has been just one he could never erase from his memories. But when Melisa married his best friend Scott Bergfeld, he knew she would never be his the way she’d been the one unforgettable night they spent together. Now that she’s back in his life, he will do anything to recapture her heart, even if it means giving away his own. Heat still has the power to ignite passion in Melisa, something she both desires and rejects. He’s a known heartbreaker, and if there is one thing Melisa doesn’t need, it’s another crack in her heart. But when he confesses his love for her, she fears her secrets from the past will surface. And she might be the one to break his heart this time.
About The Author
Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate. Give her a great romance novel and a mug of hot chocolate and she'd be one happy woman. Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.
ExcerptHeat placed the flowers on an empty table next to the bed and lowered himself into the only chair in the room. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine. Just a few burns." The pain was more bearable now that it was muted by the bandages. He shook his head and the same stubborn lock of his hair brushed across his forehead. "That's not what the nurse told me. You got some serious burns on your arm." "You talked to the nurse about me?" Should she be offended or touched? "I was concerned." "How can you be concerned about someone you haven't seen in years?" Heat narrowed his eyes. "Whose fault is that? You were not only my best friend's wife—we were friends... then you disappeared without a trace. What were you thinking, living in a shelter, when you could have come to me for help?" A vein throbbed in his jaw. "I'm not your responsibility. I never was. I'm a grown woman. I can do whatever it is I want." "Looks like you still have your stubborn streak. Well, it won't get me off your back. Right now, I'm making you my responsibility. You clearly need help if you're sleeping in a shelter. And as your friend, I'd like to help." Anger coursed through Melisa's body. Not necessarily directed toward him, but at the situation. The fire and seeing Heat brought back memories she'd worked hard to repress, and those memories were making it difficult to be grateful. "I was doing fine all by myself, thank you." She turned her head to the window. "Can you even afford to pay your medical bills?" Melisa looked down at the bed and said nothing. "That's what I thought." Heat’s eyes were the color of thunderclouds as he stood. "You stay in here as long as you have to. I'll handle it." He paused, his dark gaze piercing the distance between them. "And when you leave this place, you'll move in with me until you get back on your feet." Before Melisa could respond, Heat marched out of the room to handle it, leaving her staring at the door, seething with rage. She felt like throwing something. Maybe the vase of roses?
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