Beth VanSelick came back for one reason: forgiveness.
She has already made peace with Jill—the best friend who became the other woman, then became the bride. The betrayal is old history now. The wounds are scarred over. Beth is strong enough to sit at the same table, raise a glass, and mean it.
What she wasn’t prepared for was Reggie Sutherland.
Two identical brothers. Two very different men.
Beth once dated Tom—the golden twin, the polished one, the man everyone expected her to marry. Their relationship ended in quiet devastation and a story that was never quite told correctly.
Reggie was the other brother. The softer one. The observer. The man who noticed everything and said very little. The one Beth never let herself want—until now.
Thrown together over a lavish wedding weekend soaked in old money, champagne, and unresolved tension, Beth and Reggie are forced to confront what was buried beneath years of silence. Attraction flares where it never had permission to exist. Glances linger. Lines blur. And wanting becomes impossible to ignore.
Beth has forgiven Jill.
She’s made peace with the past.
But forgiveness doesn’t erase desire—and it doesn’t change the fact that the man she can’t stop thinking about is the one she was never supposed to choose.
Set against a backdrop of wealth, legacy, and long-held secrets, Uninvited, Undressed, Unforgettable is a high-heat, emotionally intense romance about second chances, forbidden attraction, and choosing the love that was waiting all along.
Excerpt from “Invited, Undressed, Unforgettable”
Rex padded over to the room’s cursed one-cup coffee maker and stared at it like it was plotting against him.
Beth peeked from under the blanket, still naked, still glowing.
“Are you losing a battle with a Keurig?”
Rex turned, mock offended.
“Either help or keep your rude little giggles to yourself. This thing is complicated.”
Beth stretched lazily, breasts lifting with the motion, then tossed the blanket aside and padded toward him, bare feet soft on the carpet, naked as sunrise and twice as distracting.
“Do you not make coffee yourself?” she asked, bemused. “Do all Sutherland boys have maids or assistants?”
He glanced back at her, guilt written all over his face.
“Well… maybe.”
“Oh my god.” She laughed under her breath and stepped in behind him, pressing her warm chest to his back, her nipples brushing his skin. “Come on, city boy.”
She slid her hand over his, guiding the pod into place.
“See? Like this.”
She clicked it into the holder with a little flick of her wrist, then placed his hand on the lid.
“Now close it. With me.”
Her hand pressed over his, the soft weight of her body molding along the length of his back.
“Take the cup…” she murmured, stepping fully behind him now, her front brushing him in a slow, accidental grind that wasn’t accidental at all. She guided his fingers into a point. “Put it right here.”
She moved his hand under the spout, then let her fingers trail down his wrist, feathering heat into his skin.
“And now… press the button.”
She guided his finger to the on switch. The machine hummed its approval, then began to gurgle obediently.
Beth stayed behind him, her breath warm against the back of his neck, lips grazing skin.
And then, soft as a secret she planned to make come true:
“Do you have an on button?”