Books with author Tiffany Peterson

DamonI don’t do shy women. And I don’t do women that need rescuing. Then why am I so drawn to her? Sandra Robinson. Even her name sounds unsullied. She isn’t my type. So, when I found myself thinking about her after the one dance we shared at my best friend’s wedding, I was confused. Months later, when she was left stranded, I began rearranging the entirety of my schedule to be her chauffeur, I grew suspicious. Of myself. I’ve taken care of my family since the age of thirteen. I’ve spent over a decade building up my real estate business to become one of the most well known in the city of Williamsport. And I dated women who didn’t go speechless at a simple request to dance. That isn’t who I am. Then why is this woman with eyes the color of maple syrup, and a ten year old daughter who is her mirror image, causing me to spend my days and nights thinking about her? And why am I so ready to put my own personal demons to the side, just to win her heart? Because, make no mistake, that is what I’m after. I don’t intend on losing. But winning this game will require patience to break down the barriers she’s erected around her heart. Once they’re down, I don’t plan on letting up. Anything or anyone that gets in my way is in trouble. All she has to do is just say the word.

DamonI don’t do shy women. And I don’t do women that need rescuing. Then why am I so drawn to her? Sandra Robinson. Even her name sounds unsullied. She isn’t my type. So, when I found myself thinking about her after the one dance we shared at my best friend’s wedding, I was confused. Months later, when she was left stranded, I began rearranging the entirety of my schedule to be her chauffeur, I grew suspicious. Of myself. I’ve taken care of my family since the age of thirteen. I’ve spent over a decade building up my real estate business to become one of the most well known in the city of Williamsport. And I dated women who didn’t go speechless at a simple request to dance. That isn’t who I am. Then why is this woman with eyes the color of maple syrup, and a ten year old daughter who is her mirror image, causing me to spend my days and nights thinking about her? And why am I so ready to put my own personal demons to the side, just to win her heart? Because, make no mistake, that is what I’m after. I don’t intend on losing. But winning this game will require patience to break down the barriers she’s erected around her heart. Once they’re down, I don’t plan on letting up. Anything or anyone that gets in my way is in trouble. All she has to do is just say the word.