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.
Sam and Tiel’s story continues in Restored
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.
Check out the other books in The Walsh Series – I LOOOOOVE this series SO much it’s a little ridiculous!
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.
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.
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?
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.
Two lonely hearts. Just once, she’d like to be someone’s first choice. She’s strong-willed and spunky, but she’s left picking up the pieces from her ex’s lies and manipulations, and daydreaming about taking a scalpel to his scrotum.Flying under the radar is what he does best.
He’s laid-back and loyal, but he wants the most off-limits woman in his world, and nothing will ever make that a reality.An arrangement of mutual benefit.
Two months, four dates.
Five, if things go well.
Five at the most.
But possibly six.
Definitely no more than six dates.
Only the appearance of a romantic relationship is required, and they expect nothing more from their time together. There will be none of those benefits involved.One wild weekend.
After waking up in bed together—very naked and even more hungover—the terms and conditions of their arrangement no longer apply. Now they’re faced with something riskier than exposing their fake relationship: letting go of the past and zipping up the future.Some things have to fall apart before they can be put back together.
Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends;The parties were planned by the foodies with care,
In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there;The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans,
While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans;When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter,
The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter;They whistled and shouted and called each other names,
While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came;So onto another adventure they flew
With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too—As they continued arguing and clamoring around,
Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound;But it wasn’t long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds,
With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.
I said it last year and I’ll say it again, I LOVE it when the Walsh Boys write Love Notes! Matt’s wrote a Love Note two years ago and Patrick wrote a Love Note last year *swoooooon*
Sam is everything…and I love it!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
My Sunshine,
It occurred me recently that the only words I write to you are the ones scribbled on Post-It notes and dashed off in emails. They’re the words of necessity: reminders about our schedules, requests for more almond milk, promises to run the dishwasher. We’re fortunate to have these necessities, but our life together is more than a well-functioning household. I would still love you if you didn’t start the dishwasher, and I know you’d still love me if I forgot the almond milk. I don’t step back and recognize that often enough.
While I was contemplating these everyday notes, I was forced to recall the last time that I put pen to paper with the intention of sharing everything inside me with you. It was a winter not unlike the one we’re having now with snow upon ice upon snow. The cold was unforgiving but it was nothing compared to my regret. It wasn’t one precise form of regret but every form. I agonized over every moment of those early days we shared together when I adored you—and it was so much more than adoration, it was love—and couldn’t find the words to tell you. The agony was only compounded by the belief I’d never see you again, never get an opportunity to make it right.
I didn’t intend to wander down that melancholy path but it reminded me of all the things you’ve given me. Your forgiveness, your love, your warmth, your heart. Our future, our family, our son. My desire to be the man worthy of all those things. It also reminded me that you, my sweet Tiel, deserve far more than the usual slate of Valentine’s Day candy, flowers, and lingerie. You deserve my words, my time, my attention.
Unfortunately, these words are now devolving into those of necessity—the ones I’d set out to avoid—but I promise this request will be worth it. You need to pack an overnight bag with attire appropriate for two evenings at the theater, some fine dining, and panties approved for ripping. We’re going to New York City for a long weekend, and before you tell me you don’t want to be away from the baby for that long, know that I’ve booked a room for him and Ellie, too.
I intend to spend four days spoiling you, worshipping you, and defiling you. Pack accordingly, Sunshine.
All my love,
Sam
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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Gah love Sam