Some lines are meant to be crossed.
Patrick
That hair. That fucking hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn’t my apprentice.Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston’s crumbling buildings.
Andy
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, hot yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn’t part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
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If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure.
Lauren
It’s all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.After I met Matthew Walsh.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.
Matthew
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do.Unless, of course, she was naked.
She wasn’t looking for me and I sure as shit wasn’t looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.
Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws people down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.
They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…
He’s a flawed perfectionist…
I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I can’t read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she’s the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can’t let her go.
She’s wildly independent…
My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston’s underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.I’m defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.
I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I’m happy pretending history won’t catch up with me.
The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.
They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.It’s the wrongs that make the rights come to life.
A tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A power struggle with no end in sight.
Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they’ve been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.
The last one? Yeah. That’s all me.She’s driven and demanding…
I wasn’t always a bitch. There’s a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing, and I don’t bend for anyone.Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me his…for now.
One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then…we can’t stop. Each time we’re together is more addictive than the last, but it’s nothing more than a sexy escape from reality.
Or is it?
He’s never walked away from a challenge…
I wasn’t always a warrior but now it’s in my bones and blood. That’s what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I’ve been, what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, and there’s no mission too dangerous.Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She’s going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I’ll love every minute of it.
Every time I’m down range, I want her counting the hours until I’m back. Waiting for me. She’s done it before; she’ll do it again.
Or will she?
They’re wrong for each other in every possible way…
Or are they?
From bestselling author Kate Canterbary comes the sexy follow-up to Necessary Restorations. Are you ready to fall in love with some rule-breakers all over again?
Can a reformed player ever truly play by someone else’s rules?
Sam Walsh has finally put an end to decades of self-destruction, turned over a healthy new leaf, and now he’s ready to call himself a married man. But love and marriage are only the beginning, and life is about to get much more complicated.
Will tying the knot tie down a free spirit?
Tiel Desai never imagined herself getting married again, and before she can blink, she’s swept up into the Walsh wedding whirlwind. If that chaos isn’t enough, she’s also busy winning over her future in-laws, grappling with a bumpy adjustment to her new job, and staying afloat when a string of disappointments hit.
They’re building a future, but can they ever fully demolish the past?
Sam and Tiel beat back their demons and learned to love each other, but love might not be enough to solve every problem that crawls their way.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Rebel, runner, recluse, rich girl.
Nine years ago, Erin Walsh ran away from everything.Home.
Family.
Secrets.
Tragedy.
Herself.The only permanence in her life is catastrophe.
She travels from country to country, chasing disaster, teasing fire, playing with poison. She guards against real connections, and shuns the only family she has left.
She holds everyone—even her siblings—at a mile-long distance. It’s the only way to protect herself.
But she can’t protect herself from him.
He’s the ice to her fire, and he’s willing to sacrifice everything to bring her home.
I love it when a Walsh boy writes a note – did you see Matt’s Love Note last year??
I can’t even handle how much Patrick loves Andy – it’s just the cutest!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Andy –
Do you remember that first Valentine’s Day? We were at Shannon’s apartment, and busy being angry at each other for some reason. I didn’t understand you back then. I didn’t understand anything. But, in the past four years, I’ve come to some realizations.
Your fondness for hot mustards of all variety knows no bounds. That you’ll order wontons only to break off the crispy corners and dip them in spicy mustard—abandoning the best part of the wonton—astounds me. I’m also deeply appreciative as I get the abandoned wonton centers.
Your knee sock collection is infinite. I don’t believe I’ve seen you wear the same pair twice. It’s also possible that I’m rendered mindless by your socks as their reveal is often accompanied by bare skin.
You are frighteningly competent in everything that you do. It doesn’t matter whether it’s restoring homes or making chicken mole or getting my entire family to show up for Friday night dinners because there’s nothing you can’t do.
You are exceedingly tolerant. That you allow me to camp in your office instead of banishing me to my own is generous, although it’s possible neither of us know how to work independently anymore. I’m sorry about gradually stealing all of the pencils from your desk.
Your hair really will smother and suffocate me in my sleep one of these nights. It’s a risk I take willingly. I can’t work without you, and I definitely can’t sleep without you either.
I’ve also realized that it will probably take us another four years to get married if for no other reason than we can’t decide on a menu for the reception. But I don’t want to share wontons with anyone else.
Love,
Patrick
Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since. Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.
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Love Patrick and Andy!
Patrick Walsh is such a special man! This love note epitomizes his connection with Andy and I adore their love story. Kate Canterbary has fully wound a spell around her readers with unique characters, her research of her story’s details, and kick ass love! ❤
This is a true heartfelt Valentine!
I’m just now reading all of the Walsh series. Love it! Looking forward to reading the rest!
Patrick and Andy are my favorite Walsh couple! They can say more with a look and a raised eyebrow than other couples do in an hour of conversation.
I love all the Walsh men, and love the little continuations of the story.