Book Synopsis:
When old love and new love collide an impossibility is born.
When Lee Townsend’s husband leaves on a community outreach to China, the last thing she expects is for him to never come back—for him to have tragically met his demise.
Lee goes on to marry his adversary and settles into life and business with him, merging her vineyard with his and creating a worldwide conglomerate.
Five years later a twist of fate brings the past back to her and forces Lee to make a decision that will change the landscape of her life forever.
Secrets emerge, forcing relationships to be examined—magnifying the surprising true underpinnings of her marriage to both Mitch and Max.
Lee’s heart is unwilling to surrender her love for either Mitch or Max.
She must choose to carry forward with the past or present.
Lee has a choice to make.
Mitch can’t figure out how to win.
Max never loses.
Worlds collide in THE SOLITUDE OF PASSION
Excerpt:
(Lee’s POV)Max chews on my ear, runs his hot mouth down my neck while cupping me with his hands. My mind distorts reality and interchanges Max for Mitch every third second making this feel more like a psychotic episode rather than some monumental moment between Max and me. There have been times I’ve been with Max that Mitch has floated through my mind, and horribly enough sometimes I let him linger. But this was different. Mitch has embedded himself in my subconscious, and a part of me feels every bit the adulterer with my legs wrapped around another man. I’ve been with Max countless times, far more than I ever have with Mitch. Loving Max like this feels natural as air and water—and equally necessary for my survival.
About Addison Moore:
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
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