You Again?: Seasons Meetings Series, #2

By Liv Honeywell

When Jenny Wray, owner of a local bookstore, bumps (literally) into her old love, Matt Carter, the hot and dominant man she never forgot, all the old feelings come rushing back for both of them.

 

Now there are hard decisions to be made. Should they let their chance at love go and part forever? Can they somehow make it work despite the distance between them?

 

Will it be the second chance romance Jenny is dreaming of, or will Matt leave and break her heart for the second time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Honeywell Press
• Release date: Feb 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223432913

Liv Honeywell

I'm an erotic romance writer from the UK, writing hot, and often humourous, BDSM romance about deliciously sexy male dominants and the women who love them. I also write sci-fi BDSM romance as Livia Darke. When I'm not writing, I'm usually doing something craft-like, reading, or baking and trying to decide which of my many other book ideas to work on next. Follow me: Website: https://liv-honeywell.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/liv-honeywell Follow Livia: Website: https://liviadarke.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LiviaDarkeErotica/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/livia-darke Newsletter for both pen names: https://livhoneywell.ck.page/newsletter

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Chapter 1

With an arm full of books so high she could barely see over them, Jenny Wray hurried through the stacks at her bookshop. She turned a corner, and the books went flying as she hit something hard.

Or someone, it turned out.

Jenny just about kept her balance and avoided ending up on the floor with the books. She pushed her glasses firmly back up her nose and glanced up to see a tall man with glasses, dark, curly hair, and a well-trimmed beard, futilely attempting to wipe coffee off his formerly pristine white shirt.

Oh no, she said. I'm so sorry. She fished in her pocket for a packet of tissues and attempted to mop up as much coffee as she could, trying not to notice his tight pecs, and the muscles clearly visible under his shirt sleeves.

No, really. It's okay. It was my fault. I should have been looking where I was going.

His deep voice caught her attention immediately, and her hand stilled against his shirt. Her stomach flipped. It couldn't be. It really couldn't be him. Not after all this time.

He wiped his glasses, cleaning off coffee droplets, and wiped his face. He put his glasses back on and then his gaze met hers.

Jenny? Jenny Wray, is that really you?

I... Er...Matt. It's you, she said, managing to meet his gaze. Well, of course it is. Wonderful. Way to impress him after all these years. Jenny mentally kicked herself. Over the years, she had thought about him so much, wondering what she would say if she ever saw him again. She'd imagined being sophisticated and cool, casually flicking her hair and pretending she didn't care a bit. She had not imagined crashing into him and all but throwing a full cup of coffee over him. That had not been a feature of her daydreams at all.

"Wow, Jenny, it's so good to see you. I can't believe it. How are you? I thought you might have moved away from here