About the Book
Title: You’re Still The One
Genre: Contemporary Romance
One love. One man. Two chances.
Ashley has her life sorted out. After a painful divorce, she has now rebuilt her life as an editor. She is happy with her life—until her ex-husband Andrew walks into it, opening up the deep scars that even time has failed to heal.
He’s gorgeous, funny and as utterly tempting as he was seven years ago. Plus, being the editor for his new book, she cannot avoid him. But Andrew has his own issues lingering from the past.
Bound together by work, every breath they take draws them closer, into the same hopeless, passionate love that they once shared…
Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
“How're you going to get home?” he asked. Worrying about her didn’t count as love, right?
“Don't worry about it. I'll use Uber. That's how I got here.” She clicked the app on her phone.
“I'll drop you.” he offered.
She narrowed her eyes into slits. “You and I live nowhere near each other.”
“That doesn't mean I can't drop you home.”
She moved her attention away from her phone. “Why should you? You don't need to be courteous to me, Andrew. I'm nobody to you. We've established that.”
“We might not be on the best of terms, but I'm still worried for you. I shouldn't be, but I am. I worry about whether you’ll get home safely. I worry about how you'll feel when you get home. I worry about whether you'll cry when you get home. It's useless when I can't do anything about any of those things. I don't love you, Ashley, no, and I don't want anything romantic or sexual with you. I don't even want to see you after today. I just want to be able to worry about you and take you home tonight.”
There was only one way out of this—and she took it. Cupping his face, she plunged into the most satisfying, delicious sin.
Her lips draped over his, recognizing him, welcoming him back. Oh, it had been so long. So long and so lonely without him. One hot, hungry tongue glided over another until she couldn’t tell which one was hers. He tasted different. Like wine, he had acquired a more pleasing flavor with time.
The slow groan from his throat melted into her mouth, ratcheting up the conflagration consuming her ecstatic nerve endings.
It was a devastatingly powerful, carnal reunion. One she hoped would last as long as eternity, yet lasted barely a few seconds longer until someone’s sneeze jolted them both out of their kiss.
“Don’t ask me why I did it. I just felt like doing it,” she said, the instant she regained her breath… some of it, at least.
“What else do you feel like doing?”
“A lot of things. None of which I should be doing.” She wet her lips.
“Me too.” His gaze descended to the zipper of her skirt.
“Your place or mine?” Her lips played over his jaw. She licked the strong bone.
That drew a smirk from him. “I thought you said you shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t mean everything I say.”