Silent Hearts Excerpt

“Black is a color; ask Crayola.”

At that, Becca rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips in that sassy way she did when she was about to lecture him. He loved it and couldn’t help but grin. “Black is the opposite of color. It’s depressing, and besides, you look terrible in black.”

“Listen, woman, no need for insults.” Nick turned the hose on Becca, spraying her once, before holding the sprayer up like a gun. “Say you’re sorry.”

She glared at him with the intensity of a raging fire. “Hit me with that again and you’re dead, Hamilton. Dead.”

“You and what army? I’ve got a foot on you, plus all these muscles.” He tugged off his shirt and flexed dramatically, laughing, until he caught Becca’s expression as she took him in. Her eyes widened a touch and she swallowed, her clenched fists relaxing as a brief flicker of something that looked a lot like attraction crossed her face.

But then she cleared her throat and looked away, and before Nick could process what had just happened, she dashed for the soap bucket. “You spray me and I’ll dump this on you.”

He grinned. “Then it’s a good thing I took off my shirt. But I don’t have a change of clothes, so unless you want to see the full frontal, I suggest you not.” He knew she would redden at his words, but he didn’t expect her gaze to flicker down and then back up to his face, her eyes darkening. God, was it possible she’d had the same thoughts he’d had about them? Surely not. He flirted with her all the time, but she never hinted at anything more, never said anything to suggest she’d thought about him as more than her best friend. So what was with all these looks?

Sure he needed to do something or else they might not survive the tension building between them, he flashed her one more grin and said, “You can just call this lesson one of scuba diving: remember to breathe.”

“What the—?”

But before she could finish, he turned the sprayer on her, drenching her from head to toes and, good as her word, she tossed the bucket of soapy water at him, the suds hitting him square in the face and then sopping down his chest and shorts.

“I didn’t think you would do it!” Nick removed his glasses and shook out his hair.

“I told you I would. Dammit, I’m drenched.” She stomped her foot, but all she managed to do was splash herself from the puddle that had collected at her feet.

Nick cracked a smile and she pointed at him. “Don’t you dare.” Surrendering, he held up his hands, his eyes on her, covered in water, her hair hanging in drenched waves around her shoulders, and her hands on her hips in aggravation, and he thought she might just be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.


Silent HeartsSilent Hearts

Nick Hamilton has always known he’d take the reins of the family business when his father died, but that doesn’t make it any easier when the time comes. Especially with his two siblings tempted by a shrewd offer from a huge corporation to buy Hamilton Industries. Needing advice, Nick turns to his sensible childhood friend, Becca Stark—and finds her suddenly grown-up beauty ignites brand-new confusion, and crystal clear desire…

Becca has loved Nick for as far back as she can remember, but she decided long ago that telling him would be a mistake. Stubborn, strong Nick doesn’t see her as anything but the tomboy she used to be—or does he? As she helps him untangle his feelings about the ranch’s future, the familiar bond between them heats into an explosive attraction—and the kind of love that just might take the lead…



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Melissa West writes heartfelt Southern romance and teen sci-fi romance, all with lots of kissing. Because who doesn’t like kissing? She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.

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