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Capturing You
(A Maple Grove Romance, #1)
Katana Collins
Digital Edition, 258 pages
Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
December 16, 2014
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Contemporary Romance
After discovering she can't have children, Lydia Ryder has all but convinced herself that she doesn't need a family to be happy. All she needs is her camera, her passport, and a damn good manicure. And maybe, maybe a sexy male travel companion. But when her job as a magazine photographer lands her in the small town of Maple Grove, NH, a precocious ten-year old and her single father barge into Lydia's life, turning what she thinks she wants onto its head. In this town full of happily-ever-afters, Lydia finds herself wishing for things she had sworn off long ago...
When Cameron Tripp's wife passed away from heart disease, he thought he'd never find love again. He certainly never would have expected a woman like Lydia Ryder to waltz into his life and awaken his dormant heart and libido. But despite his better judgment, Cam finds himself drawn to the vivacious and argumentative outsider. He quickly learns that, like him, she knows all about misplaced trust, heartbreak, and how quickly a family can fall apart if you let it.
As impassioned arguments morph into frenzied kisses, the two wonder if one week can ever be enough. Despite lacking a maternal side, can Lydia connect with his ten-year-old daughter? And when Cameron finally learns the truth behind Lydia's past career, the trust he worked so hard to build crumbles once again. With such doubts filling their minds, is there any hope that Lydia and Cameron will be able to start a new life together?
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Note to Readers
This book includes content suitable for
adults only (18+).
Chapter Eleven
It
didn't take long before Cam was lying on the floor, face up, a half-empty
bottle of wine clutched in a hand. His ceiling fan was so dirty. He'd have to
make a mental note to dust up there next time. If he'd even remember in this
inebriated state. Do drunk people use words like inebriated? Apparently this
one did.
He
looked to his left, swiveling his head without lifting it off the floor. Callie
was lying face down on his couch. One leg dangled off the edge and knuckles
that grasped her bottle of vino scraped the floor. Her cheek was squished,
making her loose lips pucker. Sensing his stare, she opened her eyes; they were
red and bloodshot. “You're so drunk,” she slurred.
“You're
an enabebler,” Cam attempted to speak. Clearly it wasn't going well. He could
tell in his own head it was wrong and his sister broke out in a fit of giggles.
“This
is fun,” she said, “Why didn't we ever do this before?”
“Because
you weren't twenty-one before,” he grunted and bringing the bottle to his lips,
took another swig. The sweetness wasn't so much of an issue after your sixth
glass. And after almost a whole bottle? You didn't even taste it anymore.
Callie
sat up on an arm, propping her body in some sort of yoga-like pose that made Cam's
back hurt just looking at it. Shit, he was getting old. “Listen, mister. I've
been twenty-one for...” she counted on a few fingers, her eyes rolling into the
back of her head as though the extra thinking hurt, “many months now. There's
no excuse!” Her elbow gave out and she fell back down onto the couch with an
"Oomph".
“Yeah,
well, I've got reponsibilities,” he said. “Responsilibilities,” he tried again.
“Re-spons-ib-ilities.” There. He got it, finally.
Callie
broke out into another fit of girlie giggles and rolled off the couch onto her
back next to Cam. He couldn't help but laugh too. And damn it felt good to
laugh. It was creaky; unused. But nice, nonetheless. “So seriously,” Callie's
eyes were only half open, “who's the city chick?”
Cam
groaned. Lydia. Everything came back to Lydia lately. “I need to be drunker if
we're going to talk about this,” he lifted the bottle again, the halogen lamp
reflecting off the tinted glass. It was noticeably lighter than before.
“C'mon,”
she propped herself up on an elbow. “Tell me about her.”
He
sighed. “She's...beautiful. Like a sunset on...uh, a summer's eve.”
Callie
burst out laughing again. “Okay, I think you've had enough,” she reached across
him and took the bottle from his hands. “You just compared a woman to a
feminine cleansing product.”
He
closed his eyes, picturing her face. That sleek chestnut hair; grey eyes with
little specks of gold like his granite counter tops; high cheekbones and large,
plump lips. When he opened his eyes, Callie was looming over him smiling.
“You're thinking about her, aren't you?”
He
groaned. “She has a boyfriend. It's a moot point.”
“Did
she say it was a moot point?”
“She
doesn't have to. She has a boyfriend and she lied about it.”
Callie
arched an eyebrow. “Which only proves that she's into you, too.”





















