PRAISE FOR MELISSA FOSTER: "You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that's fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won't want to stop reading. Every book's a winner!" ― New York Times bestselling author Brenda Novak "​With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!" – New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner​ "Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" – New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely​ PRAISE FOR CATCHING CASSIDY: " Catching Cassidy is laugh out loud funny, heartwarming, sexy, and hands down one of my favorite reads so far this year!" ―#1 New York Times bestselling author of The Bet , Rachel Van Dyken PRAISE FOR SISTERS IN WHITE: "Steamy sex scenes and heartfelt confessions...a satisfying addition to the 'Love in Bloom' series." ― Midwest Book Review Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented--perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines. A mass of birds took off from the treetops. Steve paused midswing, a smile tugging at his lips. Shannon . He split another log, trying to ignore his accelerating pulse at the thought of her flitting back into his life. The sweet sounds of her humming floated into his ears, and he tried harder to deny the thrum of heat racing down his spine. He heard the crunching of leaves and his smile widened further. Damn, he needed to get a grip. “Hey there, mountain man.” He forced the foolhardy smile from his lips, replacing it with what he hoped was a less lustful one, and turned to find the all-too-chipper and insanely hot brunette. Her hair was piled on her head in a messy bun, a few dark tendrils curling past her shoulders. She held a mug in each hand. Curls of steam rose into the air. Her pink shirt hitched on her breasts, and he chalked that up to the list of things he was futilely trying not to react to. But his body wasn’t on board with the off-limits plan, and it brimmed with heat. It had been a hell of a lot easier to be around her when she was staying at her uncle’s house in town. At least then by the time he saw her she had a freaking bra on. He dropped his eyes to avoid staring, but her flannel pajama pants hung low on her hips, revealing a sliver of taut skin just below her belly button. Christ, she was gorgeous. Striving for a safe view, he looked at her leather boots. Boots were safe. There was nothing sexy about boots. Bright pink laces hung loose over the dark leather, her pajama pants bunched around the tops, showing another flash of skin. He pictured her shoving her bare feet into them before jaunting out the door with her mind-blowing smile in place. There must be something wrong with him, because he found that sexy, too. “You should lace those up.” He ran a hand through his hair, grinding his teeth against the way his entire body was buzzing like a live wire. “Well, Mr. Safety . I missed you, too.” She thrust a mug toward him with a coy smile. “Just the way you like it. Bitter as weeds.” She was too damn cute, too damn social, and too damn temporary for the likes of him. He reached for the mug. “Thanks, Butterfly.” The nickname flew off his tongue without thought, just as it had the first time she’d flitted into his yard, turned his insides to fire, and flitted back out. He was surprised to realize he’d missed saying it while she was gone. “No prob, Grizz.” Grizz . Hell if he hadn’t missed that, too. Her eyes dropped to his bare chest, lingering long enough for him to feel it lower. Much lower . Her cheeks flushed, and she slid those gorgeous hazel eyes to his ax―the one in his hand, not the one in his pants. “Preparing for a cold night, or thinking about becoming a serial killer?” I wouldn’t have cold nights if you were in my bed . As if on cue, his body stirred again, reminding him it’d been far too long since he’d been with a woman. “As interesting as a serial killer sounds, I don’t think I’m cut out for it.” “Right. It would require human contact.” “I missed that smart mouth of yours,” he said sarcastically. He’d been fantasizing about her full lips and sassy mouth ever since they’d reconnected at Rex and Jade’s wedding, several months ago. But she was only there until her project ended, so sarcasm it was. “Heard you ride in with Cal last night. How long are you here for?” He hadn’t just heard her arrive. He’d gone out to see who was riding up the mountain and had seen her arms wrapped around Cal from behind as they rode past the overlook. In the moonlight they’d looked like a frigging Hallmark card.