Kari Lemor
Romance Author
Childhood Dreams
Storms of New England book 8
small town contemporary romance
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The Storms of New England books are all stand alones and may be read in any order
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Themes: first love, past trauma, second chance/reunion at love, law enforcement, serial killer
When love and danger collide…
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Leah Storm already lived through the worst heartbreak of her life. After six blissful years with Mitchell Wagner, her first love and best friend, everything shattered. A devastating tragedy tore them apart. Seven years later, she’s built a life as a dedicated teacher—but the rift with Mitch left a void no one else could fill.
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For Police Detective Mitch Wagner, loving Leah was never the problem. Walking away was the only way to protect her. After losing his parents in a tragic accident, Mitch discovered a dark legacy that haunted his family. Determined to shield Leah from the shadows he fears lie within himself, he chose a life without her, even though it destroyed him.
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When a chilling string of deaths claims members of their old kindergarten class, Leah and Mitch are thrust back into each other’s lives. The terrifying pattern suggests something far more sinister than coincidence, and as the danger inches closer, they realize Leah could be the next target. Racing against time and their own unresolved feelings, they must unravel a deadly mystery before it’s too late—for Leah, for Mitch, and for the second chance they never thought they’d have.
Heat level/warnings: slight cursing, sensual scenes (PG-13), slight violence and reference to death
**Read the first chapters on most of these sites**
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Excerpt:
The sound of footsteps behind her had her hoping for someone she could chat with during the long wait, but as she turned, her heart dropped. Someone she knew. Not someone she wanted to chat with.
Mitch Wagner.
A tiny smile curved his lips as he greeted her. “Leah. Good to see you.”
Liar.
Another person with impeccable manners and too darn handsome for his own good. She liked looking at him, but the talking? Not so much. Too many reminders of the past and what they used to be to each other. Or rather what he used to mean to her. He’d been able to walk away easy enough.
