Full-figured Kerry is reeling from the rejection of her former husband, and quickly spiraling into self-hate. The last thing she needs is a man. However when a hunk—in a cape, no less—shows up at her teller window on Valentine’s Day, she wants nothing but. Until he says his name—Wren, and drops a heart shaped stone on the counter, claiming it carried him straight to her. Kerry shoves aside better judgment and agrees to meet him after work. It’s Wren’s sexy English accent, sapphire eyes, and dual-dimpled smile that swayed her indecision, but the jolt-inducing hand-squeeze convinced her...and unearthed sexual urges she thought buried.
The magic stone possesses the power to join them, but it cannot claim her heart. It’s up to Wren to pry it back open, and show Kerry how desirable she is. But Kerry needs to punch the inner voice in the mouth, and discover her true beauty.
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She dropped her keys. He didn’t even know her name, but he knew her body, because he was touching every part of it without moving his palms from her cheeks.
His eyes locked on hers. Wren brushed his fingers along her jaw then propped her chin with his finger. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Tears sprang to her eyes. How could he be so cruel? “I’m not beautiful. And that’s okay, because I’m fat.” She meant to say smart. She clenched her eyes. Shit.
Wren’s lips brushed her eyelids. She leaned into him.
“Ye are mine.”
He brushed her bangs to the side, and Kerry opened her eyes. What did he just say?
“A contradiction ye are.” He sent a shiver up her back when his hands caressed her arms. “Soft yet strong.”
“Strong?” Kerry blurted. Say something before he kills you with lies. “Like kick-your-ass strong?”
Wren chuckled. “Bold, yet refreshing wit.”
“Oh? So, let me get this straight.” She reminded herself of Shannon when she started ticking off her fingers. “I’m beautiful, strong, soft, witty and...you forgot one. FAT.”
“Ah, sweet one, dare not weep.” When did she start crying? “Those tears wound me.” He wiped them softly with the edge of his cape. “Ye are blind to thine own beauty, yet I am taken with thee so deeply I ache.”
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