Can billionaire Dylan Delaney overcome his adrenaline addiction with life coach Greta Larsen’s help before he loses his technology empire? Can she move past the death of her husband to find love again?
When Greta finds herself attracted to her very rich, very handsome new client, she sees it as a betrayal of her late husband. Despite her feelings of guilt, she can’t walk away from Dylan, especially when she learns he harbors his own grief.
His secret sorrow is the key to Dylan’s love of danger. Greta is determined to unlock his mysterious past so he’ll stop courting death. What she doesn’t count on is the passion she frees.
Dylan’s never met a woman who could slow him down. Until now. Greta teaches him to be mindful of the moment, but soon his every moment is filled with thoughts of her. Has he replaced one addiction with another?
Hearts Race is the follow-up story to Riverswept and the second book in the Burns Class of Love series. The story returns readers to the small town of Burns, Virginia and also introduces them to the Blue Ridge Mountains around Charlottesville, Virginia.
“You might want to consider getting some blackout curtains or wearing eye shades.” As she spoke, she ran her hand back and forth along the comforter on the bed.
He nodded, unable to take his eyes off her hand. He wondered what it would feel like to have her run her hand back and forth along his skin.
“Do you get on the computer while you’re in here?”
“Yes, sometimes. I try to wind up any business I didn’t get to take care of earlier in the day.”
“What about this tablet here?”
“Yeah. I play around on that sometimes.”
“And I bet you sleep with the phone under your pillow.”
He felt his face growing hot. “Look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m addicted to my gadgets.” His voice rose. “I’m not the only person in the world who sleeps with his phone.”
She clasped her hand around his wrist. “Don’t get so defensive. I’m not judging you.” She released her light grip. Greta crossed one leg over the other and laid her hands on her knee. He tried not to stare at her gleaming wedding ring.
“Your body needs time to transition from activity to sleep mode. If you’re checking the computer or your phone, or watching TV or playing on the tablet, you’re not giving your mind and body time to make that downshift.”
He rubbed his wrist where she had touched him. “So I should just come in here and climb in bed straight away?”
“You don’t have to do that, but you should try doing something calming for the last hour before you go to sleep. Think of it as a ritual. You could take a warm bath or listen to some relaxing music. You could read. Not business reports or emails, but a good book or a magazine. Don’t read on your tablet. The light from its screen, the light on your phone, and the TV, and all these blinking lights on chargers and other devices in here, they keep your brain activated.”
She picked up one of his charging devices and pointed to the red and green indicator lights. “Believe it or not, when these tiny little lights blink in the dark, they can mess up your circadian rhythm.” She reached out and tapped his head. “You have a cluster of cells in your hypothalamus that responds to light and darkness. When light travels through your eyes to those cells, they assume it’s time to wake up, so they do things to your hormones, temperature, and other body functions to keep you awake. If that happens when you’re supposed to be asleep, your brain’s getting mixed signals.”
There’s only one signal my brain’s getting right now. It took every fiber of his being to keep him from kissing her. Every time she touched him, he felt as if a current of electricity traveled through him. The pressure on his wrist, the tap on his head: Zing! Zing! He didn’t know what would happen if she actually caressed him. I’d probably explode like a supernova.
He focused on her again and realized she was still talking. “I know you don’t drink alcohol, but I have seen you drink tea or other forms of caffeine. Try not to do that for several hours before you plan to go to bed.”
He nodded, wondering how she could be so unaware of how attracted he was to her. What turns her on?
“Try to limit your physical activity right before bed. I know you work out late at night sometimes. Even if it wears you out, it keeps you keyed up. Exercise earlier in the day.”
I’m keyed up right now, he wanted to say.
She bounced on the mattress again. “The bed seems comfortable enough,” she said. “It should only be used for sleeping and for sex.”
He bunched the comforter with his fists, groaning inwardly.
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About the Author
Anneka Ever is a romance author. Her contemporary love stories are set in the mountains and small towns of Virginia. Her strong heroes and independent heroines explore their passion against the beautiful backdrop of rivers, meadows, and forests. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America. Anneka lives in Virginia with her husband and three dogs.
Anneka’s website can be found at: http://www.AnnekaEver.com