It feels like forever ago that I started writing this series. Paradise Park was a place I fell in love with. A place I wanted to show you, to share with you. It was a town that spoke to me with people I wanted to be friends with.
Saying goodbye is always hard. Whether it’s forever or for now, goodbye is a word no one likes to hear. I enjoyed writing Paradise Park and introducing you to these characters. Even though we say goodbye, I’ll never forget the first series I completed. It was a goal for me to finish the series in 2016, and I’m excited all the books are out there. I hope you enjoyed the series and that Paradise Park has a special place for you, just like it does for me!
Excerpt from Icing The Kicker
Isabella softened. “I’m not going anywhere, Greg. You’re not a selfish asshole. Well, not all the time.” He scowled at her. “I’m joking. You’re a good man, Greg. What you did today proved that. You should let the rest of the world know who you are.”
“Later. Right now I need you.”
Isabella glanced back at Jeff’s house. “What did you tell them?”
Greg smirked. “That you were horny and we needed to have sex.”
Greg shrugged. “They both laughed so I guess they believed me.”
“That is so not true!”
“Oh, really?” he asked, his voice dropping, the sexy timber reverberating up all her pleasure points. Just the sound of his damn voice sent her head spinning and her body ratcheting up. She was horny, dammit.
“That’s not fair. I don’t have that kind of power over you.”
Greg stepped forward and took her face in his hands. He kissed her on the nose, then on the cheek. “You have since the day I met you, Isabella. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. You’ve had me. All of me, sweetheart. You’ve always been the one with the power.”
Isabella could no longer deny how badly she needed him. She’d never felt that way before. Like she couldn’t wait another second to be with a man. Not just any man. That man. He was the only one that would do.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her house. As soon as the door closed behind them she was in his arms. Their kisses were frantic, as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Isabella tugged Greg’s shirt from his khakis as they climbed the stairs together. He broke their kiss to tug it the rest of the way off then threw it down as they kept climbing. Isabella’s t-shirt went next. Greg lifted her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way up the stairs with her legs wrapped around his waist.
In the hallway at the top of the stairs he pulled away from her lips and growled against her neck, “Which room?”
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