Send No Flowers

One of the most beloved romance authors of all time, Sandra Brown creates love stories as defiantly passionate as they are richly emotional. Her "larger than life heroes and heroines make you believe all the warm, wonderful, wild things in life" (Rendezvous). Now the New York Times bestselling author of Tidings of Great Joy delivers an exquisitely sensual tale of a young woman's sudden, irresistible affair with a stranger--a man with a secret that could shatter her life.
Since the death of her husband, Alicia Russell has struggled to take care of her two young sons alone. Now fiercely independent, she is determined to never again depend on another person. But when a sudden storm threatens to ruin a family camping trip, Alicia finds it hard to say no to a stranger offering a night's refuge--especially when the man playing hero offers much more than shelter from the storm.
Handsome, sensual, and slightly mysterious, Pierce Reynolds showers much-needed attention on Alicia's sons--and reminds her, after so many years of solitude, how it feels to be desired. But even as he tempts her to explore her newly reawakened longings, he holds her at arm's length, his only explanation a silent refusal to share the secrets of his heart.
Torn by the fear that Pierce can't provide the emotional support she and her children deserve, Alicia returns to Los Angeles and struggles to move on without him. But when a crisis brings Pierce back into her life, Alicia knows she can't give him up again without a fight. Alicia has already learned that life comes with no guarantees. But can she convince the man who'd renewed her hope that love is a risk worth taking?
Tender, tantalizing, and never less than irresistible, Send No Flowers is one of Sandra Brown's classic romances, available in hardcover for the first time.
"It was probably the cutest tush he had ever seen. Through the screen door he had an unrestricted view of it, a derrière roundly feminine, but trim. Denim fringe, bleached and curled from years of laundering, clung to taut, slender thighs. She was on hands and knees, peering into and hesitatingly poking at the fuse box near the baseboard. As she leaned down farther to investigate the intricacies of the switches, the man smiled a slow, cat-with-mouse-trapped smile of masculine pleasure. It was the smile of a gratified voyeur. He was a little ashamed of himself. But not ashamed enough to stop looking. The cabin was dark. Her flashlight gave off a meager glow. The only real illumination came from fierce flashes of blue-white lightening. The two boys watching her efforts were growing increasingly restless. "I'm hungry. You said we'd eat as soon as we got here." "Do you know how to turn the lights on, Mom? I bet you don't." The man at the door saw her head fall forward between her shoulders in an attitude of defeat. It lasted for only a moment. She raised her head determinedly as she drew in a deep breath. "It's just a fuse box, David. When I find the breaker switch, the electricity will come back on. It must have been tripped by the storm. And, Adam, we'll eat as soon as I can get the lights on and unload the car."