Former divorce lawyer HelenKay Dimon is a bestselling and award-winning author of more than thirty novels, novellas and short stories. Her first single title, Your Mouth Drives Me Crazy, was named a “Red Hot Read” in Cosmopolitan magazine and excerpted in the August ’07 issue and spotlighted at E! Online. She made Cosmopolitan a second time as a “Red Hot Read” in December 2009 with her novella “It’s Hotter At Christmas” from the Kissing Santa Claus anthology. Her books also have been published by Doubleday Book Club and Rhapsody Book Club and translated into several languages.
NO TURNING BACK 
The Hanover brothers inherited some bad behavior from their con artist father. Now three strong women will make honest men out of them.
After ten years in the Army and four overseas deployments, Declan Hanover is ready for life away from a military base. Sweetwater, Oregon, a sleepy coastal town, seems like the perfect place to start over. His plan is to work out a deal with his brothers and the bank to let him keep the estate they’ve inherited, Shadow Hill. But he wasn’t prepared for Leah Baron, whose family lost everything to his father’s cons—including the house Declan intends to make his own…
Leah thinks Declan is just like his conman father. He possesses a bad boy charm that makes her heart pound, but that doesn’t mean she can trust him. All she wants is to get close to him so she can get her house back. But Declan has other ideas. He doesn’t mind being in close proximity to Leah—as long as it’s in the bedroom…
Excerpt Declan Hanover stood on the porch of the stone house, all three crumbling stories of it, and wondered what he’d ever done to piss off the universe. Four months ago he stepped out of the Army uniform that had defined him for ten years. Now he was unemployed and stuck with a one-third ownership interest in a property in Sweetwater, Oregon. The same property with a mortgage hovering on the brink of foreclosure.Sucked to be him.
Not that the property was a total write-off. Someone generations ago had named it Shadow Hill, which fit a building framed by fireplaces at each end with a turret in the middle. He didn’t know the exact definition of a manor, but he guessed one would look a lot like this place with its acres of rolling hills and open spaces.
The field behind the main house could work as a pasture if someone cleared out the dead tree limbs and piles of forgotten dirt and old wood. Towering pines lined the long drive from the road to the house, surrounding it on two sides, and the pacific coast sat close enough for a hint of salt to float in the air.
Yeah, the place could be something. It would take piles of cash he didn’t have and months of intense work to make it happen. Daunting but not impossible. Certainly less dangerous than dodging roadside bombs outside Baghdad, and he’d survived four tours of that.
No matter what, making the house livable would probably be less trouble than the woman trying to sneak up on him. He’d heard the crunch of gravel under tires a minute ago, though she parked far down the drive. Even now he sensed her closing in. Smelled the same coconut scent he caught in her hair when he leaned in close to her at the diner.
“Do you live here now?” She asked the question without any warning. Just like that her voice cut through the sunny afternoon.
He turned around, following the now familiar husky female voice to the redhead standing a few feet behind him with her hands on her hips. She had huge gray eyes and wore a strangely sexy don’t-mess-with-me scowl. Add to that the slim dark jeans and a yellow shirt held on her tan shoulders only by thin straps and things were looking up. Well, except for the part where she made it clear she thought he was a scum-sucking criminal.
Never mind the trespassing, which she was, his biggest issue came from her attitude. She looked at his father’s history and put them in the same category. He’d spent his entire life outrunning his father’s shitty reputation. Having people judge him on his genes wasn’t new, but that didn’t mean it pissed Declan off any less.
“You’re the lady from the diner.”
“Yes,” That was it. No other information. Just a terse word and a glare.
Not exactly the best town welcoming committee. “Do you have a name, Ms. Woman Who Hates Me For No Reason?”
“Leah Baron. Daughter of Marc Baron.”
Okay, maybe she did have a reason. The Baron name figured prominently in Charlie Hanover history, and not in a good way. ”Did you follow me home, Leah?”
She cocked her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. The sunlight streamed through the wavy strands.
Not that he noticed. He was working damn hard not to notice the pretty round face or the long legs. Guessing what her body looked like under that tiny top was an off-limits topic as well.
“You left the diner over an hour ago,” she said as she crossed her arms over her stomach.
That sounded a bit stalkerish for his liking but he decided to hear her out instead of throw her out. For now. “Is that a no?”
“I figured you’d end up here eventually. I parked down the street and waited.”
Yeah, no doubt about it. He’d been in town for exactly one day and acquired a stalker. Wasn’t that just fucking fantastic.
