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Pieces of Dreams
Donna Hill

Tragedy brought Maxine Sherman and Quinten Parker together years ago, but another woman stole him away from her. For as long as Maxine could remember, her nights were filled with dreams of his return.That was then. Now Quinn is back after another tragedy occurs in his life, and he wants things the way they were. But Maxine has a new life, a new man…and a secret that binds her and Quinn forever.Common sense tells Maxine she shouldn't put her heart in the hands of the man who once left it broken in pieces–and risk losing the love and devotion of Taylor Collins, who not only brings her joy, but the kind of love she always longed for. Is Taylor her real love or a substitute for what she lost? As Maxine struggles against Quinn's passionate pleas, and the old desires ignite between them, she must decide if what they have is strong enough to last this time, or if her feelings are only…pieces of dreams.

Pieces of Dreams

Pieces of Dreams

Donna Hill

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Acknowledgments

I want to thank the countless fans who have continued to support me over the years, buying the books, telling their friends and buying more books! I hope to be able to entertain, inform and make you smile for many years to come. To my family and my friends, who always keep me grounded. To all the Arabesque authors new and old whom I have had the pleasure of meeting, e-mailing and working with: continued success to all of you. And most of all, to God, who continues to shower me with daily blessings!

Contents

MAXINE

Chapter 1: My Forever Came Today

Chapter 2: Now Comes the Hard Part

TAYLOR

Chapter 3: The Bed You Make

Chapter 4: No Turning Back

MAXINE

Chapter 5: Every Beat of My Heart

QUINN

Chapter 6: Things Fall Apart

Chapter 7: Can’t Let Go

Chapter 8: If Only You Knew

MAXINE

Chapter 9: Revelations

TAYLOR

Chapter 10: Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 11: Nowhere to Run

MAXINE

Chapter 12: Over The Rainbow

QUINN

Chapter 13: The Road Back

MAXINE

Chapter 14: Trying To Make It Right

QUINN

Chapter 15: My Turn Now

TAYLOR, MAXINE, QUINN

Epilogue: All In Good Time

MAXINE

Chapter 1

My Forever Came Today

I chased sleep all last night, doing my own version of the dead man’s float on land. Not moving, stifling my sobs, I dared not toss or turn though my heart raced and my brain churned.

Taylor, my man, my lover’s, gentle, enflaming touch unnerved me instead of igniting my heart. He wanted to make love to me—inside out. I knew what he needed, what he wanted, but something inside me shut down. And I was scared. Scared of what it meant.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Baby. Talk to me,” he’d said when I mumbled some incoherent excuse about not feeling up to it. Never in our three year relationship could we keep our hands off each other, right from the very beginning. Did he know I was lying?

Even as still as I remained, as hard as I worked at keeping my treacherous thoughts sealed shut, commanding my heart to stop that thudding noise, Taylor still worried about me. “Max? What’s wrong, Baby?” He stroked my hair. “Want me to get you something?” He began to massage my neck, my back, releasing the knots of tension. That’s the way he was—sensitive and in tune with my needs, my feelings. He always listened to me, really listened, and that made all the difference in the world. Taylor was always more than my man. He was my friend.

From the day we met, it was as if we’d known each other all our lives. There was an easiness about Taylor that just made it to simple to open up to him and not to be afraid of what he might see. From the beginning it drew me to him like a magnet—the need to be cared about totally and completely without having to fight for it.

I wanted to turn into his arms last night, pour out my heart and my darkest fears, bury them in the strength and security of his embrace, but for the first time in the three glorious years that we’d been together I couldn’t. So I did the first thing that came to my mind, did something I’d sworn I’d never do. I lied. I lied to keep from hurting him with the truth.

“Mmm. Nothin’, Babe, really. Just thinking about some things at work. Sorry if I’m keepin’ you up.” I eased out of the bed, nude as usual—Taylor liked that—and slipped on the short, peach silk robe that I kept at the foot of the four-poster bed. “Maybe some warm milk would help.” I leaned down and kissed his temple, there on that salt and pepper spot that I sometimes teased him about but secretly thought only added to his ruggedly handsome looks.

“I’ll sit with you,” he mumbled, his voice a cross between Isaac Hayes’s seductive timbre and tires running over gravel. That made me smile.

“Don’t even think about it, Ty. Go back to sleep, Babe.”

Still emotionally rattled, I tiptoed out of the room, walked down the short hallway, and peeked in at the partially open bedroom door. Something inside of me filled, just as it always did whenever I looked at my son, hunched up like a lump of sugar beneath his Spider-Man sheets. My blessing.

I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching Jamel breathe in and out and the battlefield of action heroes spread out across the sheets, some having fallen onto the navy blue-carpeted floor.
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