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“Isn’t Christmas supposed to be fun?” That’s the one thing Gemma Alexander keeps asking herself as she sets up the lodge Christmas tree. She expects a lot of business with everyone in the Paradise clan returning home for the holidays. She didn’t expect two of her old high school sweethearts to show up, ready to renew an old acquaintance.
Instead of fighting each other, the two feline shifters, Merrick Hunter and Mattius Stewart, have grown up. After coming to terms with the fact that they both love the same woman, they return to Paradise and their cat shifter heritage determined to let Gemma choose between them. After their return, they find out about the Truebond. With the Truebond, three can mate as one. Can the two men overcome their need to keep Gemma to themselves and convince her to accept them both? Find out in Return to Paradise.
Return to Paradise is exactly what Matt and Merrick do when they decide that being alone without Gemma is too much to bear. Gemma suffered greatly by staying in Paradise. Having Matt and Merrick return only brings that back and makes her wonder if you can ever go back. The passion and love shared by Gemma, Matt and Merrick was easy to see even when Gemma was trying to deny it. I was very happy to watch Matt and Merrick find out what happened in the past and then decide on a plan of action to protect Gemma from anything ever hurting her again. Anything can be dealt with when soul mates find each other, which Matt, Gemma and Merrick discovered. There were a few times that I wondered if Gemma would ever be able to overcome the past and return to Matt and Merrick. Return to Paradise shows that you really can return home sometimes and to a true love that only grows as time goes on.
She let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not wearing anything. You must smell my soap. It’s watermelon-kiwi.”
“I’d know if I were smelling watermelon.” He shook his head. “No. This is something else entirely.”
Gooseflesh rose on her skin as his lips moved down to nibble the line of her collarbone. Gemma wanted to move away, to step away from his embrace but her feet just wouldn’t listen to her brain. She could do nothing but stand in his arms and wait for him to turn her around and kiss her while a delicious, languorous, heat pooled low in her tummy.
It happened almost like a dream. Giving up, she began to turn toward him, needing to feel his lips on hers. Needing the strength of his arms to hold her, keep her safe, even if it was only for one night. Even if they both left afterward, she would have a memory of gentleness. Finally, if she was fortunate, maybe his kisses, his body, would finally wash away the hideous memory of what the council members had done to her. A girl could dream, couldn’t she?