It's Only Love

Introducing the first book of the Citrus Pines small-town contemporary romance series by Lila Dawes.

Readers said --
"It was captivating and I did not want to put it down!"
"You know that feeling when you watch a series for a very long time and the characters starts to feel like your family, they become part of your life? This book made me feel the same. Please let there be more."
"The heat between them is absolutely sizzling!"
"I loved every page."

Christy Lee is having the worst time. Her scumbag boyfriend has run off with all of her money, leaving her completely broke. She's a self-employed writer with the worst case of writer's block and to top it off, her estranged father has just passed away.
Now, she has to return home to Citrus Pines to deal with the estate and plan the funeral, in the town that holds nothing but painful memories for her. Especially in the form of town bachelor, Dean Campbell. Having publicly humiliated her in high school, she wants nothing more than to avoid Dean and leave town as soon as possible.
But when the house needs repairs, and with no money to pay for it, Christy has to reluctantly accept Dean's offer to help out. However, for someone who branded her so unattractive in high school, Dean sure seems to be paying her a lot of attention. With her trust issues non-existent, will Christy ever be able to let down her guard and open her heart?

Buy It's Only Love: Citrus Pines Book 1 for a steamy contemporary romance set in a close knit small-town and enjoy the sneak peek below!
Content warning: coarse language, explicit sex, adult themes.

"'Scuse me little lady," came a deep, southern voice. Just as Christy turned to see who had interrupted her, a man squeezed between her and Justine, knocking Christy to the side. She squealed and tipped back, fumbling for the bronzed railing to stop herself from falling off her wobbling barstool. When she righted herself, she turned to the man in question, he had his back to her, leaning on the bar talking to Justine. Christy's eyes narrowed at the wide expanse of his shoulders which were now blocking her view of her friend. She reached up and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention but as she did, he popped his elbow out resting his hand on his hip, the action batting her hand away. Okay, this guy is rude, barging his way into our conversation, who does he think he is? Blocking her view of Justine with those big, muscular, big, wide, muscular, big shoulders. Damn, he's got nice shoulders, and back, that shirt pulled tight across them...Christy shook herself.
"Ahem," she coughed politely, attempting to get his attention. He either didn't hear her or he was simply ignoring her, she felt it was most likely the latter as he continued flirting shamelessly with Justine.
"You sure look real good tonight. When are you gonna let me take you out on the town?" he asked, oozing charm in that smoky, southern accent of his. Ugh, do women actually fall for this routine? She thought, rolling her eyes.
"Excuse me," Christy tried again peering round him and catching Justine's eyes for a moment before he moved to the side and blocked her view. She started to get the impression he was doing this on purpose.
"I told you, hon, February 29th I would meet you here," Justine cooed back at him, amusement in her voice.
"Wait a minute, there ain't no February 29th," he drawled, draping an arm around Justine's shoulders, Christy's eyes moved to his back again, his shirt hugging his muscles, so tight it threatened to rip which would be wonderful awful.
"There is every four years," Justine replied patiently.
"Aw shucks, there is?" he chuckled.
Did he just 'aw shucks'? Who even says that these days? Christy was getting madder by the second....