"Could someone clone Sean MacNeill and send him over? I think I am in love!" –All About Romance

Easygoing, easy-loving carpenter Sean MacNeill is good with his hands and quick on his feet. The last thing he’s looking for is a widow with baggage, no matter how appealing.

Responsible Rachel is fleeing the aftermath of her husband’s suicide...and the men he owed money to. The last thing she wants complicating her new life is a sexy carpenter, no matter how tempting.

But sometimes the last person you want is the one person you need...

“A not-to-be-missed romance! Sean MacNeill was everything I'd expected - and more - after reading The Comeback of Conn MacNeill (another winner!). This book is romance at its finest, with incredible writing, vivid word pictures, realistic dialogue and a to-die-for hero...Just the right balance of sizzling sensuality, fast-pacing, and loads of emotion. Perfect!!” –Lori Foster, New York Times bestselling author

“Sean is sexy, exciting – the ultimate hero – big and bad, warm and willing, the kind of man any woman would want to find on her pillow.” –Patricia Rice, New York Times bestselling author

Praise for "emotionally compelling" New York Times bestselling author Virginia Kantra:

"Virginia Kantra is back where we want her, writing fantastic contemporary romance." –Rendezvous

"I'm a long time Virginia Kantra fan girl because every time I read one of her books, she reminds me why I read romance." –JoAnn Ross, New York Times bestselling author

"Kantra has to be the only romance author I've read whose characters are as rich as those of Nora Roberts." –The Romance Reader

"I have read and enjoyed all of Virginia Kantra's books. One thing for sure, her heroes are some of the best in the business. They are strong and tender with a protective and nurturing streak and a deep commitment to family - all traits that I love." –All About Romance


“We can manage on our own.”
“Sure.” His mouth glided down to the curve of her jaw, found the pulse point just below her ear. “But if there’s anything I can do to help...”
It wasn’t just the suggestion of sex in his voice that loosened her knees and made her go all soft and liquid inside. It was the under note of humor, the promise of shared fun. As if, as long as he held her, she could shed the worried caretaker with tired eyes who’d taken control of her mirror and become someone else. Someone a gorgeous man in a sleeveless T-shirt could tease and make love with. Someone warm and urgent and alive she might have been once upon a time.
Someone stupid.
This time she did gulp. “I think you’ve probably done enough.”
“Lady, I am just getting started.”