Three years ago Zoe’s happily-ever-after shattered when her husband was murdered and she was brutally raped. In an attempt to reclaim her life and bury her demons, Zoe sets out for picturesque Lake George, New York, and a visit to the treasured family cottage she recently inherited. But what she finds is a rundown shack.The neighboring resort owner, Jason Rolland immediately invites Zoe to stay at his upscale lodge. He’s determined to get rid of the eye-sore next door, the last reminder of his less-than-perfect childhood. Now, he needs to charm the red-haired beauty into selling. A challenge he’s definitely up for.
Zoe is attracted to the tall, dark-haired charmer with the intoxicating blue eyes, but is Jason the man who can help her heal or will his player past break her fragile heart?" Charlotte Daly writes rich contemporary romance that shoots straight for the heart. Set on the shores of gorgeous Lake George, NY, Memories of You - a tale of shattered lives rebuilt, with love.
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Memories of You, Book I The Lake George SeriesABOUT Charlotte Daly
Zoe was tired and getting a little hungry. Thinking of the pub, a cool glass of wine sounded nice right about now, too. Where the hell was this Rolland guy, and why couldn’t the old biddy behind the counter simply point the way to her aunt’s—scratch that, her—cottage?
She was busy thumbing through a colorful flyer advertising local attractions when the glass door squeaked opened. She looked up.
And all the irritation and fatigue of the day melted away into a single, warm, wet lump in her lower belly.
He was tall—quite tall, and somewhat lanky, but broad shouldered like a male model. His jeans fit his body as if the denim was enjoying every minute. His unbuttoned, white polo shamelessly hugged a lean, sculptured torso.
This guy stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad. Surely, this can’t be Mr. Rolland.
She’d been picturing a man close in age to the woman she’d been trying to ignore for the past twenty minutes. But as he came through the door, the man glanced quickly at Betty, who nodded in Zoe’s direction. Then he turned his eyes toward her.
Those must be colored contacts. I’ve never seen eyes the same clear, almost iridescent hue as a swimming pool. Maybe it was the contrast against the hair—jet black, stick-straight, and ornery. He’d tried to tame it with some sort of product, but with little success. One chunk hung defiantly over his dark brow.
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“Hi. I’m Jason Rolland.”
Jason extended his hand, his gaze scanning every inch of the shapely redhead in the bright, flowered sundress. What the hell was it made of? The clingy fabric outlined every one of her curves. The hem had inched up, gifting him with a view of an incredible set of legs.
So this is the woman I’m going to have to spar with over old Delia’s property. I was hoping this would be a simple, long-distance real estate transaction handled by my attorney. This is going to be a little more complicated than I was anticipating.
Shit.
He cleared his throat as he watched Zoe untangle her legs and struggle to her feet.
Her naked feet. They were perfect too—two tiny, smooth-looking little bugs with pale pink toenails. Innocent little feet, shamelessly exposed. Her toes pressed desperately on the surface of the pristine white tile.
“Hi. I’m Zoe Anderson.”
Charlotte writes contemporary romance that shoots straight for the heart—filled with the emotional connections & heartfelt experiences we all look for in a story.
Charlotte grew up a few hours south of Lake George, NY, and first fell in love with the region when she was just a kid. Those lazy summers and the undeniable magic of the Adirondack Mountains stirred lots of stories in her head, and she knew that someday, she'd create an entire cast of characters to live and love in her own, private Lake George Village.
Connect with Charlotte here: www.charlottedaly.net.
