Accidentally Family by Sasha Summers
Publication date: May 26th, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Welcome to Pecan Valley, where the town may be small but the townspeople will always lend a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on. Where good times, good humor, and good people will always lead to happily ever after.
Life for Felicity, and her teen children, is finally back on track. After her divorce, she wasn't sure if her sweet family would ever be the same. But things are good--right up until her ex's spirited toddler lands on Felicity's doorstep. If the universe is going to throw lemons at her, thank God she has her best friend, Graham, to help her make lemonade out of them. How did she never notice how kind and sexy he is?
Graham is still recovering from his wife's death years ago and trying to help his teen daughter get her life together. Who is he kidding? His daughter hates him. Forget lemons--he's got the entire lemon tree. So when Felicity suggests they join forces and help each other, he's all in. And suddenly he can't stop thinking about her as more than just a friend. Too bad their timing couldn't be worse...
Because life rarely goes as planned. Luckily there are many different kinds of family to hold you together and lift you up... plus maybe even a little love between friends.
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Praise for Accidental Family
"...Readers will find it easy to root for their mutual care to blossom into love, but the pair's children have a tougher time adjusting to their new relationship, providing some thorny obstacles for the budding couple. Graham and Felicity are great parents and they make great partners, and Summer does a good job of grounding all the drama of their lives in sweetness. Readers will be pleased." -- Publisher Weekly Review
Excerpt
Why was he doing this? He didn't have to. Her family was too preoccupied to notice what he was or wasn't doing. He could drag Emily into the bushes and make out with her and no one would be the wiser. Except for her. She would be. And she wouldn't like it. At all.
Oh my God, what is wrong with me?
"What's wrong?" His voice was soft. "You look pissed off."
"Nothing." She stirred her brush with more force than necessary, sloshing water onto the table. Nothing at all. She wasn't upset about him having a fantasy make-out session with Emily. Not in the least. Because that would be ridiculous. "Seriously, Owen, what am I painting?"
"Whatever you're best at." He turned to wink at the toddler in line. "I trust you."
Honor was momentarily distracted by the sharp angle of his jaw and thick column of his neck. He smelled incredible. He had a mole high on his cheek and the thickest lashes--
He was staring back at her now, unflinching. So much so, it was hard to breathe. Too close. Way, way too close.
"Owen." She cleared her throat.
"Honor." He tilted his head, those hazel eyes flashing.
"Fine." He wanted to tease her. To make her... squirm? She'd do exactly what he said. She was best at butterflies. And Owen Nelson deserved the best and brightest butterfly ever. She was tempted to do a full face but that would keep him in her chair, up close and far too personal, for longer than she was prepared to handle.
"Let's do this."
In order to paint a person's face, she had to lean in. Sometimes, on an adult, she'd stand to get a better angle. Owen was tall, so she was standing. But that put things in awkward places. Every time she leaned in, he took a sharp little breath. She hadn't touched him, wouldn't touch him, but something was definitely bothering him because he was sitting, eyes closed, hands gripping the arms of the chair.
The butterfly was beautiful.
With long, black antennae, massive wings in brilliant rainbow hues, and--because it was a girl butterfly--she had to have rosy cheeks and long eyelashes. It was so pretty, she decided to add a flower on the side of his nose. And, just to make it perfect, sprinkled the whole thing with iridescent glitter.
"Um, Honor." Emily was horrified.
Looking at it now, on his gorgeous face, she was a little horrified too. She'd gone too far. It was too late to wipe it off. Everyone had seen it.
"Done?" he asked, his eyes popping open.
She stared down at him. "I guess so." But she didn't offer him the mirror. In fact, she hid it behind her back and stepped back. "I should probably apologize."
His brows shot up. "Does it look bad?"
"It's pretty," one of the little girls in line reassured him.
"Pretty, huh?" He stepped forward. "Let me see, Honor."
Oh my God, what is wrong with me?
"What's wrong?" His voice was soft. "You look pissed off."
"Nothing." She stirred her brush with more force than necessary, sloshing water onto the table. Nothing at all. She wasn't upset about him having a fantasy make-out session with Emily. Not in the least. Because that would be ridiculous. "Seriously, Owen, what am I painting?"
"Whatever you're best at." He turned to wink at the toddler in line. "I trust you."
Honor was momentarily distracted by the sharp angle of his jaw and thick column of his neck. He smelled incredible. He had a mole high on his cheek and the thickest lashes--
He was staring back at her now, unflinching. So much so, it was hard to breathe. Too close. Way, way too close.
"Owen." She cleared her throat.
"Honor." He tilted his head, those hazel eyes flashing.
"Fine." He wanted to tease her. To make her... squirm? She'd do exactly what he said. She was best at butterflies. And Owen Nelson deserved the best and brightest butterfly ever. She was tempted to do a full face but that would keep him in her chair, up close and far too personal, for longer than she was prepared to handle.
"Let's do this."
In order to paint a person's face, she had to lean in. Sometimes, on an adult, she'd stand to get a better angle. Owen was tall, so she was standing. But that put things in awkward places. Every time she leaned in, he took a sharp little breath. She hadn't touched him, wouldn't touch him, but something was definitely bothering him because he was sitting, eyes closed, hands gripping the arms of the chair.
The butterfly was beautiful.
With long, black antennae, massive wings in brilliant rainbow hues, and--because it was a girl butterfly--she had to have rosy cheeks and long eyelashes. It was so pretty, she decided to add a flower on the side of his nose. And, just to make it perfect, sprinkled the whole thing with iridescent glitter.
"Um, Honor." Emily was horrified.
Looking at it now, on his gorgeous face, she was a little horrified too. She'd gone too far. It was too late to wipe it off. Everyone had seen it.
"Done?" he asked, his eyes popping open.
She stared down at him. "I guess so." But she didn't offer him the mirror. In fact, she hid it behind her back and stepped back. "I should probably apologize."
His brows shot up. "Does it look bad?"
"It's pretty," one of the little girls in line reassured him.
"Pretty, huh?" He stepped forward. "Let me see, Honor."
About the Author:
Sasha Summers grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance and travel--passions she uses when writing. Now a best-selling and award winning-author, Sasha continues to fall a little in love with each hero she writes. From easy-on-the-eyes cowboy, sexy alpha-male werewolves, to heroes of truly mythic proportions, she believes that everyone should have their happy ending--in fiction and real life.
Sasha lives in the suburbs of the Texas Hill country with her amazing and supportive family and her beloved grumpy cat, Gerard, The Feline Overlord. She looks forward to hearing from fans and hopes you'll visit her online.
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