A Father's Love by Lorana Hoopes

Lorana Hoopes always wanted to write. She used to create short stories when she was young, but full-length novels just never worked for her until 2016, when the idea started flowing. Though she eventually hopes to write full-time, she is currently an English teacher in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her husband and three children.

When not writing, she can be seen kickboxing in her local gym, singing at her church, or performing on stage. The Heartbeats series is her first full-length novel series. She has also just released the first book in her early reader chapter book, The Wishing Stone. She is also hard at work on a new series set in the small town of Star Lake.

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About the Book

Maxwell Banks was the ultimate player until he found himself caring for a daughter he didn't know he had. Alyssa is his ex-lover's best friend who promised to help keep Peyton safe. Though nearly complete opposites, feelings develop, but can Max really change his philandering ways? Or will one mistake seal his fate forever?

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“Why do I feel like she knows something I don’t know?” Alyssa asks in a lowered voice as she and Max head back outside.

Max laughs and the smile that lights up his face tugs on Alyssa’s heart. He really is handsome. He reaches for her hand as they step outside the house and she doesn’t pull hers away. Though she still isn’t sure how she feels about his past, she can’t deny that he seems to be changing in front of her. Besides, the feeling of warmth creeping up her arms at his touch is too nice to let go of for now.

He opens the door for her and helps her into the seat. Only then does he let go of her hand, and immediately she misses the warmth.

“Where are we going?” she asks as he slides into the driver’s seat. They are in his BMW, and she can see why he doesn’t want to get rid of the car. The leather on the seats molds itself to her body, and she feels like she is sitting on foam.

“Do you like Italian?” He glances at her with a sly smile.

Does she like Italian? Her mother, while not Italian, use to cook her own pasta at home, so Alyssa grew up eating Italian. In fact, that is one thing she has really missed since being at college, her mother’s cooking.

“Love it,” she answers and can’t tame the smile spreading across her own lips.

When they arrive at the restaurant, he hurries to open her door and takes her hand once again. This time his fingers lace through hers and fit like a glove. Another piece of her guard chips away.