Can you find forever…a second time? After a tragic loss three years ago, Grayson Tyler leaves his life in New York City behind and starts over in the rolling hills of the California coast. He's convinced himself that all he'll ever need again is the blue sky, a thousand acres of pasture and the crashing waves of the ocean. That is, until the day Lori Sullivan barges into his life and promptly blows his emotionless and solitary world to shreds. Her passion and fire drive him crazy, as only a woman nicknamed Naughty can. But will Lori be able to convince him that it's safe to love her…and that forever isn't actually out of reach? www.BellaAndre.com "Sensual, empowered stories enveloped in heady romance." –Publishers Weekly "The perfect combination of sexy heat and tender heart." –Barbara Freethy, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author "Bella Andre writes warm, sexy contemporary romance that always gives me a much needed pick me up. Reading one of her books is truly a pleasure." –Maya Banks, New York Times Bestselling author "I can't wait for more Sullivans!" –Carly Phillips, New York Times Bestselling Author "Loveable characters, sizzling chemistry, and poignant emotion." –Christie Ridgway, USA Today Bestselling Author "I'm hooked on the Sullivans!" –Marie Force, Bestselling Author of Falling For Love "No one does sexy like Bella Andre." –Sarah MacLean, New York Times Bestselling Author "The chemistry is explosive!" –Reading, Eating and Dreaming blog New York Times bestselling author Bella Andre is known for “sensual, empowered stories enveloped in heady romance” (Publishers Weekly). Winner of the Award of Excellence, the Washington Post has called her “one of the top digital writers in America.” Married with two children, Bella splits her time between Northern California and the Adirondacks. You can visit Bella online at www.BellaAndre.com. Lori Sullivan wasn't looking for trouble. She swore she wasn't. Just because her nickname was Naughty, and trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went, didn't mean she wanted any today. On the contrary-for the first time ever, she was looking for some peace and quiet. No one in her family knew she was back in San Francisco, having just flown in on the red-eye from Chicago. Even though she loved them more than anything else in the world, she just couldn't face them right now. Her six brothers, her twin sister and her mother were the best family a girl could have…and yet, if they found out that she was back in town, they'd not only want to know why she'd walked out on her show halfway through its run, but they also wouldn't back off until they'd wrung every horrible detail out of her. How did she know that? Because that was exactly what she'd done to every one of them over the past twenty-five years whenever they'd faced a crisis-personal or otherwise. So, instead of wheeling her suitcase from the San Francisco Airport baggage claim area over to the taxi station to head home to her apartment, she impulsively headed for the rental-car desk. "Good morning, how can I help you?" chirped the blonde woman behind the desk. Lori guessed the two of them had to be around the same age but, by contrast, she felt at least a decade wearier than her. "I need a car." "Great! Where are you headed and how long do you need it for?" The woman's smile was so bright, Lori felt her eyes tearing up from the glare. Fortunately, after her bleary-eyed flight across the country, immediately upon landing she'd put on her sunglasses to deal with the blinding sunlight pouring in through her small airplane window. She was glad she was still wearing them as she'd hate for the woman to think she was crying. No, Lori refused to cry over anything that had happened in Chicago. Or during the year and a half before that. She wasn't a crier, damn it. Never had been, never would be. The world would have to do a heck of a lot more than give her a cheating scum of a boyfriend and take away her entire dancing career to make her cry. She was young. She was healthy. She had her whole life ahead of her. Somehow, some way, she'd figure out what to do with the next seventy years. Which brought her back to the woman's questions. Where was she going? And for how long? Blaming lack of sleep for the fact that all her brain could come up with was blanks, she asked, "Where's your favorite place to go?" The woman was momentarily surprised by Lori's question, but then her face got all dreamy. "Pescadero." Lori slipped her sunglasses down her nose so that she could peer at the woman over the frames. "Pescadero?" Having lived in Northern California her entire life, Lori figured she must have driven through there at some point, but as far as she could recall, Pescadero had been nothing more than a bunch of farms strung together. The woman nodded happily. "I just love the green rolling hills that seem to go on forever, all those sheep and cows munching away, and the fact that the ocean is at the end