: S. Heather Carroll
: Twenty-five Years
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: Twenty-five Years
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
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'A fun, flirty, laugh out loud read that will also tug at your heart strings and keep you wanting more.' - Katie Silke Perez 'A captivating tale of love at first sight that defies time and circumstance. Two strangers experience an instant connection, but fate pulls them apart, leaving their love story suspended for 25 years. When they finally reunite, the spark between them reignites, leading to a whirlwind romance that transcends the decades of separation. Set against a backdrop of missed opportunities and well lived lives, the novel explores the enduring power of love and the belief that true soulmates will always find their way back to each other. Readers are sure to enjoy this heartwarming journey.' - Aspen Kelsey Clark 4.5 out of 5 on the smut meter. This little Rom Com will have you grabbing your vibrator. Book #1 of the 'Kismet' series.'

S. Heather Carroll lives is sunny Southern California with her Husband, 2 kids, 3 cats, and a Beagle who refuses to be potty trained. She is a graduate of UC Irvine, with a BA in Fine and Applied Art. Heather loves hiking and nature photography, working in her garden, and nachos. But who doesn't love Nachos!
1.
Spur of the Moment
Ainsley:
Honey nut Cheerios, Muesli, or Cinnamon Toast Crunch…,
Decisions, decisions. I grabbed all three boxes and started mixing them into one bowl. The sound of the Cheerios hitting the bowl was loud in the quiet kitchen of the sorority house. Most of the girls having left for the Christmas holiday, only a handful of us remained. It was almost eerily quiet for a house that usually housed twenty boisterous girls.
I opened the fridge and took out the milk and sniffed. Thank God it was still fresh. Especially since I had already mixed the cereals into one bowl and wouldn’t be able to pour them back into their respective boxes. I closed the fridge and jumped in surprise at the unruly head of curls that greeted me.
“I have the best idea. You’re not doing anything tonight are you?” Ashley asked. Her curly head of blond hair bouncing with excitement.
“I thought we were going to Sigma Pi’s New Years Eve party with Steph?” I said as I shoved a heaping spoon full of yummy into my mouth.
“Eh, we could do that. Or we could drive to Vegas.” She said, twin