Wyatt’s Guilt occurs over the wedding weekend for Julianne and Zane (who earned their
happily ever after in Zane’s Art) and picks up with the story of their
siblings. If you have read Zane’s Art, it’s a chance catch a glimpse of their
(spoiler alert!) happily-ever-after. If you haven’t read it, no worries.
Wyatt’s Guilt is a stand-alone story.
Nicole trusted Wyatt with
her heart once. She won’t make the same mistake twice.
Blurb:
Nicole
DeMonde’s car breaks down the moment she returns to her hometown for her
brother’s wedding. The cop who stops to help her is none other than local
hottie Wyatt Truman, who slept with her then dumped her when they were teens.
She has no choice but to accept his help. However, she knows better than to
trust him with her heart twice.
Wyatt
is determined to earn Nicole’s forgiveness and make amends for his callous
past. Once he lays eyes on her, he can’t help wanting a lot more than
forgiveness, despite his intention never to hurt her again.
Just
as Wyatt starts thinking his best intentions are of the forever variety, Nicole
decides to work Wyatt out of her system with a one night stand. Can either of
them make peace with the past in a single weekend, let alone survive with their
hearts intact?
Excerpt:
Wyatt
touched Nicole’s arm, trying not to notice her warmth and the electric tingle
that shot up his fingertips. “Can I talk to you privately?”
She
aimed her blue eyes straight at him. Her gaze proved she knew exactly what he
was thinking. “Everything is fine, Wyatt. I never told anyone, and I’m not
going to start now. The only person who might have guessed was my mother.”
“I’m
sorry about your mother.” He closed his eyes briefly, relieved she had no
intention of ruining Julianne’s wedding, embarrassed that the possibility of
her doing so even crossed his mind. Nicole had proven she could move beyond the
past. For him to do so, he had to start with an apology, preferably where no
one in their party would overhear. “Please, come with me.”
He
guided her through the backdoor of the restaurant. Stepping to the side of the
building, he turned to face her. He should have let go of her arm, but somehow
speaking came easier while touching her. “I should have apologized first thing
when I saw you this afternoon, but meeting over your car troubles caught me
off-guard.”
“You
don’t need to apologize. I’m over it.”
He
shook his head. She might be willing to let him off easy, but he wasn’t ready
to forgive himself. “You still deserve a formal apology. I am sorry, very
sorry. I treated you horribly fifteen years ago. You have every right to cut
off my balls in front of our families.”
Her
gaze shot down to his crotch and back up. “You’re the first guy I’ve met who’s
been willing to put his testicles on the chopping block for any reason. As I
recall, you treated me fine and gave me exactly what I asked for. Of course, I
was so smitten that I took it pretty hard when you decided you’d had enough of
me.”
Great.
He’d delivered his big apology, and now he felt worse than ever. It would have
been easier if she’d vowed never to forgive him. She’d been “smitten”? No
apology was strong enough. And yet knowing she’d felt more for him than
pure lust warmed his lonely soul.
“The
point is I wanted you,” Nicole argued, her shiny black hair swaying
emphatically with her words. “I threw myself at you and gave as good as I got.”
She
didn’t deserve any of the blame. He refused to allow her to share what he alone
was responsible for. “You’re not getting it. I planned to hurt you, and I did.”
“I
got my heart broken by following it and making stupid choices. It happens. I
grew up. I got over it.” She leaned so close to him that he could see violet
flecks in her round blue eyes. “What I can’t understand, Wyatt, is why you
didn’t.”
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