Coming home is never simple!
Audrey Stone and her floral shop are thorns in Gray Turner’s side! He’s in Accord, Colorado, trying to focus on wrapping up his family’s business affairs. Instead, thoughts of Audrey and her tempting Hollywood beauty keep filling his head. How can he be this preoccupied with someone whose goals conflict with his?
Then suddenly, he needs Audrey’s support. Digging into his family affairs has revealed secrets that could ruin everything. With her help, he might be able to stop that. Funny how he once thought she stood in the way of his plans. Now he thinks Audrey could be the answer to his future!
What was it about Audrey?
From his car Gray watched her leave the house, a voluptuous Audrey Hepburn, her expression innocent, pure, and yet, deeply sensual. Knowing. He wasn’t sure that made sense, but it was the only way he could describe it to himself.
Audrey Stone was color, life, vivacity.
On a visceral level, she rattled him, made him wish for youth, innocence, oblivion. Relief from too many problems.
He wasn’t a man who caved in to his needs. He was strong. Or had been. He needed that strength back. And to do that, he needed to break this obsession with Audrey.
Because of Audrey returns to Accord, Colorado, where one man learns the truth about himself thanks to one incredible woman.
Dear Reader,
When the idea for the heroine of this book, Audrey, popped into my head, she came fully blown—a complete character who was self-confident, happy with her quirky ways and not the least bit afraid to be different from those around her.
I had a lot of fun writing a strong individual who couldn’t be forced into a mold.
I also had fun dressing her. This woman has a generous figure. She’s not worried about her weight. She’s never dieted. She embraces her image by playing with it, by emphasizing her assets. She sews her own retro clothes or buys vintage Chanel.
When developing a suitable hero for her, I came up with a wounded man. Where Audrey is confident, Gray is a ball of anxiety. He didn’t used to be, but a lot has happened to him lately. Too much. As well, there was that pivotal event in his past, the memory of which he buried so deeply he doesn’t think it ever happened. While he forced it out of his mind, Audrey embraced the experience and used it to create who she became later.
She is here to help Gray to remember and to heal.
I enjoyed writing a story about how one event changed two people so differently and delving into the ways in which people not only survive, but thrive.
Enjoy,
Mary Sullivan
Because of Audrey
Mary Sullivan
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mary has an abiding respect for the imagination. She just didn’t know it until she decided to stop telling herself to quit daydreaming and to start writing down those stories rattling around in her brain. Boy, is she glad she did. This is her ninth Mills & Boon Superromance book and the ideas don’t quit. New stories continue to pop into her head, often at the strangest moments. Snatches of conversations or newspaper articles or song lyrics—everything is fodder for her stories. She takes a simple idea, a character, a sentence and through effort, patience and a fertile imagination turns it into a novel. She loves to hear from readers. To learn more about Mary or to contact her, please visit her at www.marysullivanbooks.com.
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
HIDDEN BEHIND THE safe harbor of a tree, Audrey Stone studied the men invading her land and knew that bringing the handcuffs had been smart.
She’d parked her Mini on the shoulder down the road out of sight. No sense warning these guys she was coming.
Trees appeared like ghostly Ents out of the morning mist that rose from low-lying patches of land. She had no problem with fantasy. The thought of talking trees appealed to her. She talked to her plants, didn’t she? She believed they listened.
The construction workers had already unloaded their massive yellow equipment. Wary, she inched between a bulldozer and an earthmover, her pulse pounding like a jackhammer, her steps muffled by damp early-morning August earth.
When she saw the digging bucket of a backhoe, its horizontal stabilizers already deployed,