{"product_id":"every-little-thing-isbn-9781101991695","title":"Every Little Thing","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the On Dublin Street series returns to Hartwell, Delaware—the perfect place to get away from it all, and find what you never knew you needed....\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bailey Hartwell has many reasons to feel content—her successful business, a close circle of friends, and her steady boyfriend…even if their romance feels staid after ten years without a serious commitment. The only challenge in her life comes in the form of sexy businessman Vaughn Tremaine. She thinks the ex-New Yorker acts superior and that he considers her a small-town nobody. But when Bailey’s blindsided by a betrayal, she’s shocked to discover Vaughn is actually a decent guy. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Vaughn admires Bailey’s free spirit, independence, and loyalty. As his passion for her has grown, his antagonism toward her has only worsened. Every little thing Bailey does seduces him. But when Vaughn’s painful emotional past makes him walk away in fear he will hurt her, it opens an old wound in Bailey, and she uncharacteristically retreats.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Once Vaughn begins to realize he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, he has no choice but to fight like he’s never fought before to convince Bailey that the love they’ve found together only comes around once in a lifetime….\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eEvery Little Thing\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Young pens a wonderful romance with loveable, multi-faceted characters who want what everyone wants—someone to love them, no matter what.\"—\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Samantha Young\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A really sexy book...Highly recommend this one.”—USAToday.com\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Humor, heartbreak, drama, and passion.”—The Reading Cafe\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Young writes stories that stay with you long after you flip that last page.”—Under the Covers \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Charismatic characters, witty dialogue, blazing-hot sex scenes, and real-life issues make this book an easy one to devour.”—Fresh Fiction\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The one thing you can count on from Ms. Young is some of the best, steamy, sexual chemistry.”—Fiction Vixen\u003cb\u003eSamantha Young\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the On Dublin Street series, the Hart’s Boardwalk series, and the stand-alone novel \u003ci\u003eHero\u003c\/i\u003e. She resides in Scotland.One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Vaughn\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The early morning was dull, the waves a little rougher, a little      more hurried than usual as they rushed the shore, and gulls flew      above in a sky that matched the water perfectly in its melancholic      gray.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Behind the floor-to-ceiling glass of his penthouse suite Vaughn      stared out from his boardwalk hotel at the scene and thought how      it wasn't whole without his other senses in play. The boardwalk      below, the beach, the ocean, it all seemed but a moving picture.      The reality of it was in the caws of the gulls he couldn't hear      behind his expensive triple glazing. The reality of it was in the      smells beyond the window-the salt air, the hot dogs, burgers, and      the warm sweetness of cotton candy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That's what made his boardwalk feel like home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hmm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd come to Hartwell to escape the ugliness he'd left behind in      Manhattan. Hartwell was peaceful. Although it had thousands of      tourists pouring in every summer, and there was always some kind      of festival or celebration going on, there was a tranquility here      that crowds of people couldn't diminish.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Vaughn had needed that serenity. The plan was to soak up all that      peace until the time came for him to go back to the center of his      business operations in New York.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Somewhere along the way, Hartwell changed from a refuge to home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Home is where the heart is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His gaze wandered back outside to the stillness of the boardwalk,      and to his utter frustration his heart jumped in his chest at a      glimpse of bright auburn hair. He leaned forward to get a better      look.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sure enough.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bailey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She strode down the boardwalk from the direction of her own      establishment, Hart's Inn, her long hair blowing in the wind.      Vaughn pressed closer to the glass, trying to get a better look,      but it was impossible from this height.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e All he could make out were the jeans she wore tucked into brown      ankle boots and the green sweater that was far too thin to be worn      this early in the morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He frowned. The woman needed to buy a goddamn jacket.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She smiled and he caught sight of her neighbor Iris approaching      her. For a moment he envied Iris that smile. It was hard to resist      Bailey Hartwell's smile. It had an effect on people.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Unfortunately.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Especially since he couldn't recall a time when that smile had      ever been directed at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bailey followed Iris out of his line of sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He tried to follow them and smacked his head off the glass.      \"Fuck.\" Vaughn rubbed at his forehead and turned away from the      window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His eyes were drawn to the huge bed across the room where a      slender redhead whose name he couldn't remember was lying      sleeping.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One immediate problem was that he saw Bailey everywhere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He even saw her in other women despite his best efforts to channel      his attention elsewhere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ignoring the growing ache of longing in his chest, a half-dressed      Vaughn took the white shirt that had been pressed and hung up for      him off the hanger and shrugged it on. Then he chose a blue silk      tie from his collection. His waistcoat and jacket followed suit.      Dressed for the day, he strolled over to the bed and leaned down      to nudge the redhead awake. She groaned and opened her eyes and      instead of clear green eyes that made his blood burn, brown ones      stared up at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Time to leave.\" He walked away without looking back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Two\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bailey\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was on a mission.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A mission to cross the distance that suddenly stretched between my      boyfriend Tom and me. Ten years we'd been dating. It was safe to      conclude that we'd hit a rough patch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But when your guy pushed you off him in bed because he was too      tired to have sex then there was a problem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I aimed to fix that problem.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e First I yelled at him a lot and called him an asshole, because,      seriously, asshole move.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then I calmed down and I started to think. To plan. To fix the      situation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With sexy lingerie and a raincoat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e First I needed the sexy lingerie. I had a few pieces of hot      underwear in my closet but Tom had seen them. I wanted to dazzle      him with something new.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sherry's Trousseau just off Main Street was an expensive little      boutique but none of the other stores or the mall near Dover sold      anything as nice as Sherry's. The only issue with buying lingerie      in a small town, however, was the fact that anyone in the store,      including Sherry, knew I was planning on getting lucky sometime      soon, and had no qualms bringing up the subject like they had a      right to the details of my sex life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Tom will have a lot of fun taking those off.\" Sherry rang up the      red silk bra, panties, matching garters, and sheer silk stockings.      I had a pair of red stilettos I planned on wearing with them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yeah,\" I said. \"Here's hoping he'll explode all over me with      excitement.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I grinned to myself as I left the store, savoring Sherry's      blushing mortification.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Apparently it was okay for her to discuss my man touching my      lingerie but not okay for me to discuss the consequences of such      an act. Oh well. She should have been used to my inappropriate      responses by now. It's how I survived small-town life. I said what      I was thinking, no filter, and I beat nosy busybodies at their own      game by divulging too much information.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was fun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I glanced back toward the shop to see if she was sharing her shock      over what I'd said with Ellen Luther, the only other customer in      the shop at that moment, and-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oof!\" Pain shot up my jaw as I collided with something hard that      knocked me off balance. The movement caused the paper bag with my      lingerie in it to swing, and the thin handle snapped with the      force, sending my new purchases scattering all over the pavement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I stared down at it in surprise as my jaw throbbed. And then I      caught sight of the shoes at the edge of the scene.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Polished to a shine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Black leather Derby shoes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'd bet everything I had they were Prada.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And there was only one man in Hartwell who wore designer like it      was made especially for him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My heart sank as I lifted my gaze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sure enough, staring down at my new underwear like he was staring      at a lamppost, or something equally mundane, was Vaughn Tremaine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now my whole body thrummed along with the throb in my jaw where      I'd collided with one of his broad shoulders. As always he wore a      tailored three-piece suit that fit him beautifully.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I watched in horror as he unbuttoned his jacket and lowered to his      haunches to pick up my underwear. If it had been anyone else      reaching for those items I wouldn't have cared less. But Vaughn      Tremaine wasn't just anyone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With my new bra dangling in his clutches he looked up and quirked      an eyebrow my way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not for the first time I found myself squirming under his      steel-gray gaze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Silence stretched between us as we stared at one another and I      fought the urge to abandon my stuff and run off in the opposite      direction away from him. The problem was-well there were a number      of problems with Vaughn Tremaine-the fact that a) he was much too      attractive for his own good and b) unlike anyone else, he had the      ability to make me feel insecure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Right now, for instance, as much as I didn't want the thought in      my head I couldn't help but note how unaffected he appeared at      holding my sexy underwear in his hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was as attractive as a limp noodle to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And it shouldn't bother me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man was a jerk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Looks like Tom is in for an interesting evening.\" Vaughn held the      bra up toward me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I snatched it from him, my cheeks blazing. Clearly karma was      getting back at me for what I'd said to Sherry. As he reached for      the panties and garter I snapped, \"Leave it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"But I'm already down here.\" He ignored my demand as he collected      the broken bag and carefully placed the underwear back inside. As      he stood up Vaughn handed me the bag.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In my angry embarrassment I leaned in to yank it from him, only to      stumble as I did so. Vaughn moved to steady me, his strong fingers      curling around my bicep. His touch panicked me and I jerked away,      scowling at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps a year ago I wouldn't have scowled so hard at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I would have scowled for sure, but maybe not so emphatically.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Up until last summer our interactions had always been antagonistic      because from the day we met Vaughn had made me feel I was the      uneducated provincial to his superior cosmopolitan self. He did      this by mocking me, mocking Tom, and I didn't like it. He was no      better than me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Admittedly, however, there was a certain amount of fun in teasing      and mocking him back. That is until last summer, when during one      of our many verbal battles he'd out and out said that he disliked      me in front of Jess and everyone else whose opinion I valued. And      okay, I might have deserved a harsh retaliation because I'd been      particularly bitchy to him that day because of an argument I'd had      with Tom . . . but . . . well . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The son of a bitch had hurt my feelings, and that was      unforgiveable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"As ever the gentleman, Tremaine.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Helping you retrieve your belongings was gentlemanly, I thought.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No-the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to assess the      situation, realize that touching a lady's unmentionables is      ungentlemanly, ignore said unmentionables, and go merrily on your      way while I tried to conspicuously recover the unmentionables.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The right corner of his mouth tilted up in amusement. \"You've      never crossed me as the shy and retiring type, Miss Hartwell. I      wouldn't have thought my seeing your panties would get them in      such a twist.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Ha, clever.\" I ignored him calling me Miss Hartwell. Or I      attempted to. I never wanted him to know how much it bugged me      that he never called me by my name. In retaliation I never      referred to him out loud as anything but Tremaine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We really brought out the maturity in one another.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He grinned. \"I do find I'm wittier around you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yes, well, that happens when arming yourself in a battle of wits      against a wittier opponent.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There were moments, like now, when I thought I glimpsed a flash of      respect in Vaughn's eyes. But I knew that couldn't be true. I was      just looking for something I wanted to see. \"We're particularly      feisty today.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Don't royal 'we' me, Tremaine. I'm not impressed by your      pomposity. In fact it pisses me off.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He stepped closer into me, and I had to steel myself against      stepping back. Vaughn Tremaine did not need to know his nearness      made my breath catch. His eyes drifted over my face. He always did      this, like he was savoring my every feature, and I knew his only      purpose in doing so was to make me feel uncomfortable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mission accomplished.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bastard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You shouldn't tell me when something pisses you off,\" Vaughn      said. \"You know it only makes me want to do it more.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If he'd been anyone else, I would have laughed in grudging      respect. Instead, like always with him, I took it personally. Like      I said, it didn't start out that way. Vaughn was smart. I think a      large part of me actually enjoyed our battle of wits. But after he      said he didn't like me, everything he said to me became an insult.      Worse, at around the same time he admitted his dislike for me, I      actually began to see more in him than just an arrogant, selfish      businessman who thought himself superior to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Deep down I knew Vaughn wasn't a bad guy. I discovered that when      he helped out my friends Cooper and Jessica last year. When Jess      was convinced that things between her and Cooper were falling      apart, Vaughn gave her a place to stay in town so that Cooper had      time to win her back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the truth was we all felt safer with Vaughn around: there was      the matter of Ian Devlin and his sons.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Devlin owned a lot of property in Hartwell, including the Hartwell      Grand Hotel in town, and the amusement park behind the boardwalk.      But he didn't own anything on the commercial north end of the      boardwalk. And just as he'd used less than honorable means to gain      properties on the popular, touristy Main Street, he'd tried      underhand ways to gain property on the expensive coastline. He was      desperate to add boardwalk property to his portfolio. In fact, I      guessed he was desperate to one day own the entire length of the      north boardwalk. He had it in his head to turn it into a five-star      resort, which would decimate what made Hart's Boardwalk so      charming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When the old boardwalk hotel went up for sale, we, the close-knit      community on the boardwalk, thought we were done for. Ian Devlin      was the only man we knew who could afford to buy it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But then came Vaughn. A hotelier with more money than God and a      better pedigree than most Manhattanites. For whatever reason, he      bought the old boardwalk hotel, knocked it down, and put up his      own establishment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The good thing though-despite the modern appeal of his hotel-was      that Vaughn liked the boardwalk as it was. And even I had to admit      that he seemed to genuinely like and respect Cooper. So when      Devlin threatened Cooper's boardwalk bar by bribing someone on the      city board to deny Cooper his liquor license renewal, Vaughn      stepped up alongside us to put a stop to it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And despite the fact that was the moment he told me he didn't like      me, I saw what I hadn't wanted to see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Vaughn Tremaine may have been a pompous, smug, wealthy, arrogant      businessman who thought he was better than me, but he could also      be kind of honorable when he wanted to be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Moreover, he was our defense against Ian Devlin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e According to Cooper, Vaughn had said something that made Cooper      feel confident that Vaughn would never let Devlin do anything to      damage what we'd built on our boardwalk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And Vaughn had the money and influence to back up that sentiment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What? Do I have something on my face?\" Vaughn said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I realized at that moment I'd just been staring into those      startling gray eyes of his. No one had a right to eyes like those.      He must have known what those eyes did to a woman.","brand":"Berkley","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300424175845,"sku":"NP9781101991695","price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781101991695.jpg?v=1767726437","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/every-little-thing-isbn-9781101991695","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}