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Zusatztext Praise for Samantha Young and the On Dublin Street series “Highly recommend this one.”— USA Today “Truly enjoyable…a really satisfying love story.”—Dear Author “[Young] is a goddess when it comes to writing hot scenes.”—Once Upon a Twilight “Flirty, romantic and passionate.”— RT Book Reviews “Wonderfully written, very upbeat, and easy to read.”—Under the Covers “Delivers on all fronts—charismatic characters, witty dialogue, blazing-hot sex scenes, and real-life issues make this book an easy one to devour. Samantha Young is not an author you should miss out on!”—Fresh Fiction Informationen zum Autor Samantha Young is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the On Dublin Street series, including Fall from India Place , Before Jamaica Lane , Down London Road , and On Dublin Street . She resides in Scotland. Klappentext From the New York Times bestselling author of On Dublin Street comes a seductive story of forgiving the past and making up for lost time.... Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wake-up call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she's sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy variety. Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man who's ready to find "the one.” He's determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude to win her heart. As Shannon opens up in the face of Cole's steady devotion, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon's past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good.... Leseprobe PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF SAMANTHA YOUNG ALSO BY SAMANTHA YOUNG PROLOGUE Scotland Street Edinburgh I think I’d worn Gran out with my music and my yapping on and on about Ewan. Her eyes kept fluttering closed and popping open and she’d mutter, “Oh dear,” every once in a while. My boyfriend, the aforementioned Ewan, would be in Edinburgh soon to pick me up, so I saw no harm in waiting out on Gran’s front stoop and letting her take a much-needed nap. When I kissed her papery cheek and said good-bye, Gran offered me a warm smile, her lids already drooping. Letting myself out of the large house, I hesitated a moment in the spacious hallway. Her house hadn’t seemed so big when Granddad was alive, but ever since he’d passed away three years ago, the house magically grew bigger and colder. Whenever I could, as I had done last night, I’d travel from my parents’ house in our small town to stay with Gran for the night, sometimes even the whole weekend. Since Gran’s house had always felt more like home than my parents’ did, I took any opportunity I could to stay with her. However, I couldn’t stay the whole weekend because Ewan’s band was playing a gig tonight and he wanted me there. He was the band’s bassist. I was really excited to see him play, although I wasn’t much looking forward to girls trying to chat him up after the show, like my friend Caro warned me would probably happen. Shutting Gran’s door, I turned and walked down a few steps to stand near the bottom of the stoop so Ewan could see me. He was seventeen, a few years older than me, and had just gotten his driver’s license. He liked any old excuse to drive his wee, banged-up Punto, so I didn’t feel bad about dragging his arse all the way to Edinburgh to come get me. Digging through my bag for my phone and headphones so I could pass the time listening to music, I heard what sounded like a foot sliding along concrete behind me and I jerked around in surprise. My ...
