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Toni Blake's love of writing began when she won an essay contest in the fifth grade. Soon after, she penned her first novel, nineteen notebook pages long.

Since then, Toni has pursued her dream and written novels published by Harlequin, Warner Books, NAL, Kensington, and Avon. Additionally, Toni has had more than forty short stories and articles published, been a recipient of the Kentucky Women Writers Fellowship, and been honored with a nomination for the prestigious Pushcart Prize.

 Toni lives with her husband in the Midwest and enjoys traveling, genealogy, crafts, and snow skiing.

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Trish Henderson has returned home to Eden to take care of some family business…and some personal business, as well. Though she’s achieved remarkable success as a high-powered Chicago attorney, Trish has never forgotten her small-town high school sweetheart, Joe Ramsey, or the devastation of heartbreak.

Now she’s come face-to-face with the gorgeous sex god Joe has grown into, and she’s determined to get him out of her system once and for all – and maybe take a little revenge, too. And this time, she has all the power. After all, where is it written that only men can explore and enjoy a physical relationship without commitment? Her plan: seduce him for just one night, then walk away…

But there’s just one problem. Trish is about to find out that one night with Joe may never be enough…


 

Trish watched as Rowdy stood behind the bar chatting with a dark-haired guy seated on a stool across from him. Her eyes stuck on the tattoo of a cobra coiled on the guy’s muscular biceps, which moved slightly when he lifted his beer bottle for a drink. Something inside her stirred unexpectedly, making her wonder when she’d started finding snake tattoos sexy.

She usually thought anything having to do with snakes was pretty ooky, and if she were going to get something permanently engraved on her arm, it would not have been a member of the reptile family. But something about this snake seemed to appeal to her inner biker chick. Although it was the first time she realized she had an inner biker chick.

It was only when the tattoo guy glanced in her direction that she nearly fainted.

Joe.

His warm gaze locked on her instantly and she knew he was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. She couldn’t blame him – it had been almost half their lives ago that they’d spent long summer nights writhing against each other in that old Trans Am, or anywhere else they could steal a few minutes alone, and suddenly, here she was, walking into The Last Chance.

Of course, nearly fainting wasn’t just about seeing Joe. It was about seeing Joe looking like the hottest thing ever poured into a pair of faded blue jeans. It was about his thick, dark hair – just as lustrous as when she’d last run her hands through it. It was about his jaw, covered with heavier stubble than when he’d been a boy. It was about broad shoulders and well-muscled arms and suddenly being faced with an all-grown-up version of Joe Ramsey who could probably get a woman on her back with no more than a look – the look he happened to be casting in her direction right now. Oh boy.

“Don’t kill me,” Debbie begged next to her, voice quiet. “I didn’t know, I swear.”

Trish switched her gaze to her friend and spoke lowly through clenched teeth. “Too bad. You’re dead.”

Debbie tried to look hopeful, although her eyes were still bolted open too wide. “You look great, though – if it helps.”

Trish glanced down at her capri pants and sandals, fleetingly wishing she’d paid more attention to what she wore tonight. Not that she cared what Joe Ramsey thought. She most certainly didn’t. But thank God she at least had on a pretty top that showed a little cleavage.

At the other end of the bar, Joe set his beer down and leisurely pushed to his feet. Wow. If the profile had been good, the full frontal was no less than devastating. A snug white t-shirt bearing the Porsche logo stretched across his chest. He was bigger than in high school – not muscle-bound, but the kind of guy you knew could win a bar fight hands down, and probably had won a few. And his eyes – oh God, his eyes were still just as blue, even from across the room. She stood frozen in place as he moved toward her, trying like hell to look as confident as she’d planned before coming inside. Of course, that had been before Joe.

His gaze paralyzed her further. “Hey, cupcake.”

Damn, his voice had gotten deep. And the old pet name was almost enough to bury her.

“Hey,” she managed. Why couldn’t you be fat and bald and ugly? And why on earth hadn’t Debbie told her? Debbie had told her a lot of things about Joe over the years, but she’d neglected to mention that he’d turned out sizzling hot.