Title: Again,
Alabama
Author: Susan
Sands
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Release Date:
June 12, 2015
Synopsis
Cammie Laroux
is back in Alabama---again.
Dragged back
to her small town to help her mother recover from surgery while rescuing the
family event planning business should be a cinch. Even for a disgraced
television chef, right? Wrong.
Among the many
secrets Cammie's family’s been hiding is the fact that their historic home is
falling down. Oh, and the man hired to restore the house, Grey Harrison,
is the same high school and college love of her life who thrashed her heart and
dreams ten years ago. Yeah, that guy.
Grey, a
widower with a young daughter, has never stopped loving Cammie, and when they
are face to face once again, the chemistry is off the charts. Cammie may
be in full-blown denial, but letting go is no longer in Grey’s vocabulary, even
when winning Cammie’s forgiveness and renovating their love may seem like an
impossible build even for a master architect and carpenter.
As Cammie
finds herself forgetting all the reasons she can’t trust Grey or love again, he
finds himself remembering all the reasons he wants her to stay with him in
Alabama… forever.
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Excerpt
“Why, Cammie,
can’t nobody say you forgot how to two-step, and that’s a fact,” her dance
partner, Lloyd, a former high school classmate, remarked as they whirled around
the scuffed wooden floor. He’d been one of several familiar faces she’d come
across since they’d arrived.
She’d given
up, and given in. “Thanks, Lloyd, I’d forgotten how much fun this is. I don’t
think anyone could forget how to two-step. It’s so easy.” The name of the dance
itself should clue one in to the simplicity.
“Aw, Cammie,
it’s just ’cause you such a natural. Not everybody can do it like this, you
know?”
She glanced
around, realizing in about a second that, indeed, there were less than capable
two-steppers all around. “I guess I’d never really thought about
it.”
The song ended
much too quickly. Not because she couldn’t bear to part company with Lloyd,
though he was a handsome fellow and a good dancer, but because she was truly
enjoying herself. Approaching the rather large table where her sisters and
brother had taken on several others, she noticed a little ripple of shifting
eyeballs. “What’s going on?”
Ignoring her,
Emma said, “You sure were cuttin’ a rug out there with Lloyd, girl. Whoa, I
haven’t seen you dance like that in years.” She smiled brightly.
Cammie crossed
her arms and narrowed her eyes at them, then repeated, “What’s going
on?”
“Might as well
tell her. She’s bound to hear it in here or see for herself,” Maeve
said.
“Tell me
what?”
Jo Jo stood,
linked arms with her, and began leading her in the direction of the small bar
over in a far corner. Just before they came too close, she pointed through the
throng. Cammie followed her sister’s line of vision and she spotted Grey sitting
alone at the bar.
He was sipping
a longneck and appeared to be brooding. Nothing like the hottest guy in the bar
sitting there like he was waiting for her. Well,
hell. She couldn’t very well go back to having a good time with
her people without at least saying hello, could she? It didn’t seem very nice,
especially since he appeared fairly miserable hanging there by himself. Maybe
she would wait a little while and then come back—
At that
moment, his head snapped up and he caught her staring through the crowd. Her
feet instantly became blocks of cement, and utterly
unmovable. Crap.
He smiled then
and raised his beer in salute to her, slapped a bill on the bar, nodded to the
bartender. Within a half a second he was closing the distance between them
without breaking eye contact with Cammie. She tried again to move, feet still
frozen, rooted to the floor.
She
straightened her shoulders, realizing a getaway wasn’t happening at this point.
The intensity with which he bore down was intimidating, but maybe she’d asked
for it with her surprised expression he’d caught her casting in his direction.
“Cammie,” he
murmured into her ear, his breath warm, his firm but gentle grip seared her
bare upper arm, calloused fingers directed her to a less visible spot away from
her family and interested onlookers.
What the hell
was her problem, anyway? She had a fiancée. And she and Grey had been in near
contact for these past weeks without major incident. Why should this moment be
any different? She allowed herself to be maneuvered to a more private
area.
He was only
slightly manhandling her, but she wasn’t sure she didn’t like it—just a
little.
Grey stopped
as they reached a small area where a few couples danced in a darker corner,
seemingly unaware of anyone else. The bar was laid out like an octopus with
four arms, with several small bars and dance floors stretching out like
appendages from the main area. Cammie and Grey stood toe-to-toe as an old, slow
George Strait song began. Before she realized what was happening, she was
wrapped in his muscular arms, breasts pressed against his chest, swaying softly
to their song.
She’d consumed
a couple of longnecks, resulting in a lovely tingly sensation. Combined with
the soulful country ballad playing, reminiscent from their dating years,
perhaps it was no wonder she was experiencing more than a little emotional and
physical sizzle of electricity. Considering she’d always been wildly attracted
to Grey, she might want to rein herself in. She inhaled the scent of him,
closed her eyes, and fell back in time.
Dear
Lord. Why did he make her feel like this? What was it about him
that caused the young girl who’d loved and trusted him with her whole heart to
take over without a even a struggle from older, smarter her who’d thrown in the
towel the moment they’d locked eyes?
At this
particular moment, she couldn’t think, only feel and remember what it’d been
like with Grey.
About The
Author
Susan Sands
grew up in a real life Southern Footloose town in Northwest Louisiana, complete
with her senior class hosting the first ever prom in the history of their tiny
public school with half the town chaperoning. Is it any wonder she writes
Southern small town stories full of porch swings, fun and romance?
Susan lives in
Alpharetta, Georgia surrounded by her husband, three young adult kiddos and
lots of material for her next book.
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