Valentine Harris is in love. The only problem is, Gavin Kingston has been her best friend since they were teenagers. No way can she tell him how she feels! It’ll ruin their friendship, and she’ll lose him for sure. Now they’re both reeling from recent breakups, so there can’t be any harm in a friendly dinner together on Valentine’s Day—can there?
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Lena C. at FAR Gives His Valentine Five Angels!
“Wow, for a short story this book packed heat and passion all in one. A big suspense for this reviewer was wondering if Gavin will fulfill her wishes or not, and Karen Erickson did a beautiful job on the whole romance between them. The characters each had a trait about them that the reader will love. I loved that Gavin, even though he acts all macho he is a true romantic at heart. It helps to start with friendship for it always grows into something more, and Karen Erickson hit the key with this. For a short story this was beautifully done, and I can’t wait for more from this talented author.”
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Gavin had been thinking about Valentine Harris for a while. It started last Thanksgiving, when he and his girlfriend hit a rocky patch. Val had always been so in-his-life, always there for him when he needed her. If he was honest with himself, he never had stepped back and taken a good long look at her. He’d never even tried to evaluate what he had in her—with her—until the holiday of thanks came around and he’d shown up at her parents’ house for dessert.
They’d invited him over as usual and he’d decided to make an appearance. He really wanted to show off his knock-out girlfriend to Jim, make him a little envious, even though he knew they were on the downward spiral into broken relationship land.
He’d been the one who’d been filled with envy instead, watching Val talk intimately with her boyfriend, her hand resting on the inside of the guy’s thigh. They sat so close together on the couch a piece of paper couldn’t be wedged between the two of them.
Jealousy had filled him, along with an unwanted anger at the jerk who had his hands all over his Val. Anger at himself for not making her his Val. He’d realized then why no woman could satisfy him, why he was on a constant quest to find the perfect woman. She’d been right there with him the entire time, and he’d just been too blind to see her.
He was an idiot.
But how could he approach Val, tell her that he wanted her? He didn’t want to scare her, but he believed they had something special that went beyond just friendship. Something he had never experienced before with another woman. Trust. Real love.
Yes, he could admit it. He was in love with Valentine. Despite her quirks and her occasional dramatic fits, despite her sloppiness and her borderline obsessive collection of designer handbags—he loved her.
Her boyfriend had dumped her around Christmas, his girlfriend dumped him on New Year’s Eve (rotten time to get dumped), and still he hadn’t made a move. Didn’t even know how he was going to go about it, how he could approach Val. When they came up with the idea of hanging out together on Valentine’s Day, he thought he finally had his chance. The perfect romantic day to declare his love—the day she’d been named for. Now he just needed to make sure he didn’t blow it.