Title: Reclaim My Heart
Author: Donna Fasano
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Formats: Paperback, eBook, AudioCD
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About the Book:
Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock
cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage
pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law, and she is
desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk
will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.
return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas
are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers
all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous
secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot
be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth
doesn't rip them apart.
A note from the author:
becoming a Montlake Author:
Let me tell you about my wonderful
publishing experience! I have to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I
self-published a romance titled Reclaim My Heart. The book received
great reviews immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In
fact, during the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while
perusing the USA Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine),
and I nearly choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was
sitting at #123 on the list. A couple of days later I was contacted by an
editor from Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and
had been keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart and
loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I
The Montlake editor and the design team
loved the cover that was on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had
trouble licensing the rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before
finding the picture that's on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my
readers do, too.
I'm happy to be writing romance novels
for Montlake. I feel wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than
that in the publishing industry!
Donna Fasano is a three time winner
of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best
Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and a Golden
Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have
been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle
Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.
He couldn't dismiss the tone of
those two small words, nor could he ignore the magnitude of emotion clouding
her expression. He had no choice but to relent.
"Sit down," he murmured.
He closed the door of his office and then returned to perch himself on the
corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking, "What's on your
She seemed to shrink a little as a
thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds passed, and still she didn't
Lucas witnessed the phenomenon
almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in his office often felt as if
they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He knew her anxiety would
eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he wouldn't have to wait long.
Finally, she pressed her hand to her
chest. "I can't breathe."
"Relax. Do you want some
She shook her head, a lock of her
long, platinum hair falling over her forearm. "No. I need to get this out.
I promised you I'd hurry."
He couldn't keep his brows from
arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises in the past. Why would he
expect her to now?
Tyne ran her tongue along her full
bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted, "I need a
Lucas closed his eyes and stifled a
sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course. He'd worked hard to get himself
into the privileged position of being able to pick and choose his clients. The
last person he wanted to represent was Tyne Whitlock.
"A good lawyer, Lucas."
Common sense told him Tyne wasn't
attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely out of desperation.
"Look, Tyne—" Something
made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his time rounding his desk
and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the chair were cool and
smooth under his fingertips.
"I know some of the best
attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the cup on his desktop.
"And many of them owe me a favor or two." He reached into his inside
jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he always kept handy, and
turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you some names and
"I don't want just any
attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else would I have come here?"
His gaze lowered to the small white
card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set down the pen and the card, and
then he looked her directly in the eyes.
Every muscle in her body appeared
"Listen to me—" he kept
his tone calm "—when people find themselves in trouble with the law, or
victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused, they tend to get lost in a
strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness that they almost always
regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is hopeless, and
circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived. Whatever
trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking."
"You don't understand."
"I think I do," he rushed
to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest, hardworking people finding
themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar territory throws them. They
grasp at help from the first source that comes to mind."
"Just like that old adage
warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also foolish to choose an
attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even though all of that
took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we have a history. I
don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in a court of law.
You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you some names. I'll
make some calls for you myself—"
"Stop!" She lifted her
hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't understand. And I
can't make you understand if you won't shut
up for a minute."
His eyebrows arched and the
frustration in her statement had him leaning back a bit.
She frowned. "I'm sorry.
Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday." She fisted her hands in
her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a Sunday, but do you know
that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the answering
machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you.
Please accept my apology."
He didn't react, didn't move. He
just waited for her to continue.
"The thing is… what you need to
Once again, she grew terribly
cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What the hell was it she
found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in?
She blanched, but then her spine
straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a lawyer. I want to hire you,
yes. But I'm not the one needing representation. It's my son who's in
trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked, but her gaze never
veered from his as she added, "Our
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