Only If You Dare

By Margo Hoornstra

All the pleasures and none of the pain, that's what Cynthia Buckingham wants in a relationship these days. A one-night stand with Jonah Colt seems to fit that bill perfectly. Newly divorced, she's too busy planning her daughter's wedding for any serious involvement. Besides, her true passion is helping victims of PTSD reclaim their lives. Waking up after spending the night with a woman he barely knows, Jonah is stunned to realize sex for the sake of sex isn't enough for him anymore. A veteran of more military battles than he cares to count, he wants to forget it all and focus on peaceful civilian life. Except flashbacks won't allow it. Falling for Cynthia makes Jonah regret his weakened state, but he'd rather hide the truth than face it. When she sets aside everything she believes in to help him heal, can he accept her help--and her love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Feb 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628301649

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Inc.

Only If You Dare

by

Margo Hoornstra

Dearly Beloved Series

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Only If You Dare

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Margo Hoornstra

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Tina Lynn Stout

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Publishing History

First Last Rose of Summer Edition, 2014

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-164-9

Dearly Beloved Series

Published in the United States of America

Praise for Margo Hoornstra’s Works

HONORABLE INTENTIONS

Every page is packed with emotion and action, and this is a story you will find hard to put down..

~The Long And Short Of It (4.5 Books)

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FORGOTTEN ALLIANCE

I defy the hardest of hearts to come away from this story with anything but respect for [her] style.

~CK2S, Kwips and Kritiques (4.5 Clovers)

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GLAD TIDINGS; NEXT TUESDAY AT TWO;

TO BE, OR NOT

All are 5 Book Worthy. I am now a forever fan!

~Reviews by Molly (5 Books)

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GLAD TIDINGS

The romance is touching, melancholy and sweet. Her love scenes are sensual and sexy.

~The Long and Short Reviews (4 Books)

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NEXT TUESDAY AT TWO

Great job! A first time reader is now a major fan.

~The Long and Short Reviews (4.5 Books)

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TO BE, OR NOT

A very well written story of love lost and found.

~The Romance Studio (4 Hearts)

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NIGHT STARS AND MOURNING DOVES

...characters will wrap themselves around your heart...

~Romance Author Jannine Gallant (5 stars)

Dedication

To the beautiful and charming Peyton Arthur.

He arrived, he smiled, he captured my heart.

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With special thanks to good friend Jolana Malkston

for vision and clarity when needed.

Chapter One

Dearly Beloved...

Cynthia Buckingham shifted to a more comfortable position on the well-worn wooden bench and did her best to ignore the wedding ceremony taking place in the next room. Confined to the mausoleum-like walls of a municipal courthouse, what type of nitwit public servant conducted a common civil proceeding as if officiating at St. Paul’s Cathedral?

Easy there. Tone it down a touch, a voice inside her head advised. You’re acting like an out of control bitch.

Chin lifted at the internal rebuke, she executed a subtle eye roll then sniffed lightly before volleying a sharp comeback.

It’s not my fault I’m in a nasty mood.

She had darned good reason for being irritated, dammit. After being unfairly deprived of her personal liberty, forced to travel all the way downtown then—and this was the very worst—held against her will in an incredibly ugly, poorly decorated, cold and impersonal building.

For jury duty.

We are gathered here today because two individuals wish to be joined as one through marriage.

At least he didn’t say holy wedlock.

She had gathered here today, primarily because each of her pleas to be released from this waste of time exercise in public service had fallen on deaf ears. According to a desperate web-search, done after she first received the you are hereby summoned letter, those potential jurors routinely excused from serving were primarily stay at home caregivers and or breast feeding mothers.

For the better part of the past two decades—she had been neither. Regardless, she planned to do everything, any thing, in her power to get out of here.

On reflex, one hand moved to rest atop the bright red leather satchel on the bench beside her. Securely contained in the center zipper compartment were a number of letters from prominent community leaders declaring Cynthia Buckingham’s value to her fellow citizens outside of jury duty.

Not that she was one to wantonly shirk public service. She simply preferred to spend time serving the public good how she chose. Through her work—full time plus on call—at the community mental health care clinic on Woodfield for the state of Michigan.

Suffice it to say she had patients waiting, ones who needed her a hell of a lot more than some stuffy old judge.

May your life long journey together be a tribute to your love.

Sniffing slightly, she glanced in the direction of the voice echoing from the adjacent doorway. Lofty words indeed.

Palms flat on the God awful, rock-hard and unyielding surface beneath her, one on each side of her derriere, she discreetly raised her bench weary flesh for a short reprieve from the unpleasant numbness that had begun to creep in.

Being tightly packed with so many others into a miniscule jury room to sit on stiff plastic chairs arranged classroom style had been only slightly worse. Swearing to be at the mercy of a bladder condition that made her a slave to frequent bathroom breaks, she’d gotten permission to leave the holding area from a serious looking clerk with round spectacles, an argyle patterned sweater and pleated skirt.

She had no choice but to take such drastic action after their group was informed, en masse, that the current court session they all waited to be a part of would be postponed for at least another hour.

The essence of marriage lies in committing oneself, entirely, to another person.

Cynthia let out a soft snort. When a wide eyed young woman passing by cast her a startled glance, she brought a hand to her mouth and pretended to cough.

Unless said other person happens to discover a third person to commit their—ah—time and talents to. Like her ex-husband who found a ready and willing candidate to commit one high priced hotel room to. On several different occasions, she eventually learned.

Find someone who will make you happy. If I did it, you can too. That had been Phil’s parting shot. Which provided her a solid and uncontestable reason to file for divorce.

Approaching wingtips resonated on the worn marble floor as a slick haired man strode by, oversized briefcase clutched in one hand and cell phone held tightly to his left ear with the other. No doubt on his way to work. Cynthia could spot an attorney on the prowl a mile away.

Aside from her dislike of the close quarters she’d been subjected to, she cringed at the idea of having to sit for hours on end listening to a litany of pro and con legal arguments about what some hapless individual may or may not have done. Being deceitful was part of a lawyer’s job description. She had first-hand knowledge, having been married to one. They all lied.

Okay, maybe not lied, lied. Most either exaggerated or minimized the truth to suit their own needs and, at times, those of their clients. Some of which were beginning to populate the hallway.

Friend, confidant, companion, as well as lover...

As the smooth male voice went on, Cynthia had all she could do to not stand up and walk over to discreetly shut the door. Put the nonsense being dished out by some starry-eyed public official—probably one running for re-election—out of earshot.

With another subtle body shift, she crossed her legs.

The ink on the divorce papers was still wet when, having no desire to sit idle, she dusted off her doctorate of psychology degree earned eons before, and completed the necessary continuing education classes to reclaim a license to practice.

And now, with all due respect to her grown daughter, Jen, counseling work had become her newest pride and joy.

In truth, she did have one regret over the recent demise of her marriage to Philip Buckingham: their only child’s wedding would take place in a few short weeks. Delight as mother of the bride brushed shoulders with dread because the father of the bride would be there—with someone else.

The mere thought of sharing her front pew with an unknown bimbette made Cynthia want to throw up.

And wouldn’t that get me out of here quickly?

Pleased at making herself smile, she unzipped the satchel and pulled out those free this woman from jury duty testimonials. Now might be a good time to glance over their content again, on the off chance she’d have the opportunity to get someone around here to actually read them.

Constant love, sincere understanding and unconditional acceptance will provide security and strength in your marriage.

On a heavy exhale, she shook her head. Whoever spoke those words, touching as they were, had an obscenely sunny outlook on life. Poor dear. More to the point, a grossly naive one.

One thing was for sure, Jen’s ceremony would take place in a fine and beautifully decorated church. With every item she and Jen were currently in the process of planning with exacting detail carried out to perfection.

Respect for your partner and total devotion to their well-being will keep your union strong. Your love for and commitment to each other brought you here today for this special celebration.

Her hands stilled on top of the letters as she lifted her head and paused to listen.

Maybe in his own way, this guy had a point.

She brushed away an errant tear with the flick of a finger. Once, she’d considered being in love, as the man in the other room just said...

A reason for special celebration.

At one time, she and Phillip Winston Carlisle Buckingham the third had a good marriage, but due to Phil citing business commitments as the cause, they hadn’t lived together for any measurable amount of time in years.

Hadn’t slept together for far longer.

Spine stiffened, she raised her gaze toward the ceiling. Who was she kidding? She was as ripe as Phil for a real, warm, red blooded, touchy feely with all the benefits relationship with a willing member of the opposite sex. Her ex simply beat her to it.

No legal reason has been shown that these two individuals should not be joined as one.

Finally! Her misguided daydream believer was being somewhat