Home is where the heart is...
Marcus Beckett left Sanctuary Island after his mother's funeral,
and he hasn't been back since. Until now. Needing a change from the high-risk,
high-stakes life of a bodyguard, Marcus makes a solitary life for himself
running the neighborhood bar in his hometown. His only mistake? Seducing and
then dumping the town's sweetheart, Quinn Harper. Marcus knows he did the right
thing—a good girl like Quinn has no business with a broken man like him. But
now no one will come to his bar, and he's watching his last chance at a
peaceful life go up in smoke. So when Quinn proposes a fake four-week
courtship, he can't refuse...even though he knows it's a bad idea.
It's a romantic charade that will buy Quinn time to distract her
mother and father from their own martial problems—and will help Marcus welcome
back some paying customers besides. But what begins as an engagement of
convenience slowly transforms into a deeper connection, one that heals both of
their hearts...and ignites the simmering passion between them. Could it be that
pretending to be together is just what Quinn and Marcus needed to give their
real love a second chance?
Release Date: March 7, 2017
St. Martin's Press
Contemporary Romance
Sanctuary Island #6
Review copy provided by publisher
Liza’s Review:
I've really enjoyed each book in the Sanctuary Island series,
and Home at Last was no different. I found myself drawn to Quinn and Marcus
when we met them in Close to Home and was so happy to see we would get their
story in Home at Last.
I absolutely adored Quinn from the moment we met her. Yes she is
still finding herself initially, but once she sees Marcus again and starts
working with the horses at the rehab facility, I knew she had found her place.
I felt like Quinn was just looking for her place to fit in on Sanctuary
Island. Yes everyone loved her as she was like the golden girl on the
island, yet she has always struggled to fit in. Thanks to Marcus, she finally
found a job she loved and even if he wasn't willing to accept it yet, a
man to love.
Marcus was such a tough character to really understand. He was
completely stand-offish with anyone but Quinn. He had been home for months,
yet still hadn't bothered to go visit his own father, who lived next to
Quinn's parents. I really felt like the only person he even opened up a little
bit with was Quinn and even then it was almost like pulling teeth to get him to
tell her much about his life. They had an amazing connection though and I
loved that when Quinn really needed him, he jumped in to help her out
without question.
Quinn and Marcus had really great chemistry.
They started their relationship backwards by jumping into bed before
they really knew one another. I loved they really had to start back dating
while they were pretending to be engaged. I loved watching them actually learn
about each other and seeing them fall in love the more time they
spend together. Their chemistry actually grew stronger the more time
they spent together.
I liked that Marcus was there to help Quinn and her parents when
their relationship seemed to be on the rocks. It bothered me a bit that
he wasn't open to talking to Quinn about his relationship with his father.
In fact his lack of willingness to share was a pretty big issue for
me. I worried there was no way Quinn and Marcus could have a
real relationship if they couldn't learn to be honest with one another. I
did think both Quinn and Marcus grew closer as the book progressed and though
it took some time, I thought they both became more open with one another.
Home at Last was a great addition to the Sanctuary Island
series. I love going back and visiting with all my favorite characters from a
series, and the Sanctuary Island series remains one of my favorites. Lily
Everett remains an auto-buy author for me as she always delivers a beautiful
and emotional story that pulls me in from the very first page.
Rating: 4 Stars (B+)
LILY EVERETT is the author of the Sanctuary Island series for St. Martin's
Press. She grew up in a small town in the foothills of Virginia's Blue Ridge
Mountains and now resides in Austin, Texas, where she writes full-time.
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Excerpt
Quinn had taken the floor for exactly the reasons
she’d said, in addition to the knowledge that however
little she liked to think it mattered, Marcus was ten years older than she was. And he was a secret stress
case who carried all his tension in his back and shoul-
ders. She should know, since she’d nearly sprained her thumbs trying to dig the knots out during a massage that had started out sexy and turned into a to-the-death battle between Quinn and the long muscles lining
Marcus’s spine.
Marcus didn’t need to screw up his back by lying on the floor for eight hours, was her point. Not that she
would ever say that to him. She didn’t have a death
wish.
But as it turned out, the floor was more uncomfort-
able than Quinn had anticipated. And as the hours wore down, so did her resistance to the temptation of the warm,
soft bed
mere inches
from her
stiff, aching
body. She stared at Marcus’s sleeping form and wondered if she dared.
Then she wondered what the hell was the matter with her. It was a bed. They were adults. Sleeping next to each other didn’t mean they were automatically
going to cross some invisible, arbitrary line. She wasn’t going to roll over in her sleep and accidentally impale
herself on his penis. They’d be fine.
This is fine, she told herself, getting up off her shaky
knees and creeping around to the other side of the bed. The way her knees popped when she stood up was a deciding factor. Quinn carefully peeled back the cov-
ers
and slid into the bed beside Marcus. Quinn held her breath, but he didn’t move. His broad
chest rose and fell with his deep, even breaths. He
threw off heat like a roaring bonfire; Quinn went from chilled to toasty in seconds. Letting her body relax into the softness of the mat-
tress, she drifted peacefully into sleep.
Quinn’s dreams were chaotic, flashes of memories mixed with totally random people from her past and
present. She was aware they were dreams, in that vague way that happens sometimes, even when the dreamer is
deeply asleep.
In the dream, she and Marcus were walking through the woods behind her parents’ house, holding hands.
Even Dream Quinn couldn’t suspend disbelief quite
enough for that. Marcus wasn’t a hand-holding kind of guy. So she knew it was a dream, even as he led her deeper into the pine copse, their footfalls muffled by layers and layers of dried pine needles that released their evergreen scent as
they were crushed. Come here, said Dream Marcus, giving Quinn the smile she’d only glimpsed once or twice—the
small, private, completely unguarded smile that made
Marcus look like the carefree boy Quinn had first fallen
for. She could never resist that particular smile. Not that she wanted to resist. This was only a dream. She could have whatever she wanted, with
no consequences. Emboldened by her freedom, Quinn followed Marcus down to lie on a bed of springy green moss. He
lay back, arms crossed behind his head and more re- laxed than she’d ever seen him in real life. Sunlight dappled his handsome face, patterns of light and shadow that shivered over his cheekbones when wind fluttered through the branches overhead.
Her heart swelled with all the feelings she’d been
stuffing down and denying since the day Marcus un- ceremoniously ended their relationship. It wasn’t smart to care about him. She knew that, and Quinn wanted to be smart, she really did.
The trouble was that she’d never learned how to stop
caring about someone. Her poor, bruised heart was as
optimistic and stubborn as her hungry body was when
it
came to Marcus Beckett. Despair teased at Quinn’s mind, but she pushed it away. This is a dream, she said aloud to remind them
both. Only
a dream. Beneath her, Marcus smiled again, the smile that promised things like love and forever and the kind of
pleasure she could live on. Thighs tensing with need
where she was suddenly straddling his hips, Quinn felt
the low-down clench of her body around the emptiness only Marcus could fill. A shudder racked her, sweeping up her frame in a
rush that tightened the peaks of her breasts and forced her mouth open
on a
gasp.
Yes, like that, Marcus murmured, his eyes going hot
and
feral the way she remembered from their first nights of passion. The grip of his hands at her hips ex- cited Quinn. She squirmed a little, wanting to feel it,
hoping it bruised so she could look in the mirror later and see the evidence of
Marcus’s desire for her.
With a smooth twist of his massive torso, he flipped them so that Quinn’s back was arching off the cool moss and Marcus was covering her with his body. Her legs fell open, wanton and wanting, and she relished the stretch of her thighs as he fit himself into the cra- dle of her hips.
His hardness slotted against her softness with a series of rhythmic nudges that stoked the fire inside Quinn higher and higher. In the dream, her panties melted away like
fog, and he
was
naked
too,
and
they were pressed together
so intimately and perfectly and yet, somehow, there was still something in the way, a barrier to Quinn getting what she really wanted. Frus- tration mounting, she reached down between their hot, straining
bodies
and
felt
. . . cotton?
Quinn blinked and suddenly, instead of staring up
at
the waving pine needles of the Lantern Point woods, she was looking at the familiar starburst pattern of the plaster ceiling
in her girlhood bedroom.
Her immediate thought was a dismayed No, let me go back to the dream! But in the next instant, she realized Marcus was still on top of her, his hard chest and strong arms caging her in. Their legs were tangled
hopelessly in the sheets and they were both still wear- ing what they’d
gone to bed in, but other than that. The dream was
real.
Eyes still closed, Marcus twisted his hips, grinding
wickedly against Quinn’s most sensitive spot and scat- tering her thoughts like dried pine needles before she
could figure out what to do. She reacted mindlessly, her body taking over and bowing up hard, her arms going around Marcus’s neck.
Through her haze of heated lust, Quinn saw the
exact moment
Marcus woke
up.
Copyright © 2017
by Lily Everett and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press.
