Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Series: The Canyon Series, Book 1
Published: June 10, 2015
Level of Sensuality: Sensual
“You thought I would just pin you to the nearest mattress for the next twenty-four hours.”
Other Books In The Series
The Loner is a reunion story, a modern retelling of Jane Austen’s most romantic novel—Persuasion. Loner Will Sloan, son of a waitress and a dead rodeo cowboy, former scholarship student, new billionaire, is back in L.A., land of palm-lined drives and fiery sunsets. His friends urge him to jump into the hot L.A. dating scene, but a chance encounter at a school reunion revives a powerful past love. He’s never forgotten Annie James, but this time around, he swears he’ll do the walking out.
Widowed young, Annie James believes she’s recovered from the early heartbreaks that left her single and jobless in L.A. at 24. Ten years later, she’s got a job, a house, and a personal passion helping at-risk kids. When she steps up to do a favor for a friend, she unlocks the door to the past and faces the one man who could break her heart again. Like Austen’s Anne Elliot, Annie James is a woman with “retentive feelings.”
“Simply put, The Loner is wonderful. In the spirit of Jane Austen’s Persuasion, Kate Moore offers a beautiful love story with vivid characters that steal your heart. Written with intelligence, warmth, and a delightfully sneaky wit, you will root for Will Sloan and Annie James and their second chance at love.” --Laura Moore, bestselling author of Once Tempted
“The parallels to Persuasion had me excited to see what would happen between Will and Annie, and I rooted for them much as I rooted for Captain Wentworth and Anne.” –Austenprose
“An all-around great read. It was the first book I've read from Kate Moore but won't be the last.” –Midwest Book Lover
“You may like this book if you enjoy HEA’s; you should read this because you want to see multi-dimensional characters; but you MUST read this if you enjoy complicated and beautiful romance stories.”
“The characters are very lovable. It is a must read and if you love reading about people who try to claim their love then this is the book for you.” –Summer’s Book Blog
“Engaging, sympathetic protagonists, a well-rendered supporting cast, and a satisfyingly sigh-worthy love story at the center of a well-paced plot get this planned trilogy off to a superb start.” --Xpress, Library Journal
“Kate Moore has won me over and I really look forward to reading more books in this series and anything she writes.” –Confessions of a YA and NA Addict
Annie stared at her house, puzzled to be there. She had lost all sense of time in the fog. The drive had taken minutes or hours. At a long light on the coast highway, Will had put her hand on his thigh. In spite of the awkward stretch of her arm across the truck’s wide cabin, she had not moved it, feeling the flex of his muscle as he drove, trying to think what she should say at their parting. She wanted to let him go with dignity and courage. She was prepared. This was no unexpected sorrow, no plane crash, flood, or fire. It was merely the completion of an act begun long ago—letting go. They would both start over at last; mourning would be followed by a return to life.
But his thigh under her hand was warm and alive and a link to all they had done the night before. She should be exhausted, but she was bursting with energy. She hoped the letdown wouldn’t come until she could curl up alone in her own room.
She hadn’t counted on her neighbor.
Irene was at her front door as they came up the walk. Annie was not going to part from Will Sloan under Irene’s curious gaze. It was near nine, and Annie was in evening clothes, her hair in a loose twist, no makeup. She could see Irene’s curiosity, and the tiny streak of defiance in her character, like a minor fault line, shifted and split open. She had broken the biggest rule she’d ever made for herself, and no she had no desire to live by other people’s rules.
“Oh Annie, I thought something must have happened to you. Ginger’s been whimpering all morning.” Irene’s words were for Annie, but her gaze was all for Will Sloan.
“I’m going over to the Biddle’s right now, Irene. No need to worry.” Annie fumbled her key out of her purse.
“Well, of course. I just couldn’t imagine where you were. It’s not like you at all to …”
No, it wasn’t like her, but Annie was through being the neighborhood saint. She slipped her arm through Will’s and leaned her head against his shoulder. It felt right, actually. “Irene, this is Will Sloan, an old friend of mine.”
Irene’s mouth gaped open as Annie unlocked her door and stepped into the entry on Will’s arm. She swept the door closed on Irene’s astonished gaze.
“What are you doing?” Amusement glinted in Will’s green eyes.
“Just letting Irene know that you’re the flavor of the month.” She dropped her bag on the entry table and set off down the hall. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that she’d stunned him. “I need to change to take care of the dog. Thank you for the ride and …the great sex. You can leave whenever…”
“Whenever,” he whispered and the low sound of his voice momentarily checked her steps.
Annie grabbed jeans, a T-shirt, and sweater, locked herself in the bathroom, and tried to concentrate on how hungry Ginger must be. When she emerged to find shoes and socks, he stood at the door of her bedroom looking in.
Everything in her quickened and stirred and fluttered into life.
“Feed the dog,” he said.