All of Me

Title: All of Me - Book 4
Published by: Grand Central Publishing
Release Date: April 1, 2009
Pages: 400
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Can two broken hearts become one?

Attorney Jillian Samuels doesn't believe in true love and never, ever wished for happily ever after. But when a searing betrayal leaves her jobless and heartbroken, a newly inherited cottage in Salvation, Colorado, seems to offer a fresh start. What she finds when she arrives shocks her: the most gorgeous and infuriating man she's ever met is living in her home!

Tuck Manning was a gifted architect who left a skyrocketing career to care for his dying wife. But the life he's made for himself in this quiet town is turned upside down when Jillian appears on his doorstep. Tuck won't go without a fight, and the two resolve to live as roommates until they can untangle who owns the cottage. Yet as Tuck and Jillian's days–and nights–heat up, they realize more than propery rights are at stake…and that sometimes, salvation comes when you least expect it.


“Lori Wilde painted a fantastic picture of a small town wanting to take care of their own and at the same time willing to become a haven for newcomers. I couldn’t wait to see Tuck and Jillian’s relationship progress. This was a very well-written book that made for a great afternoon curled up on the couch.”
5 Angels—Fallen Angels Reviews

“All Of Me is part of the Wedding Veil Wishes series and a perfect way to end the series. I love this series and have followed all the girls throughout them, and I was waiting impatiently for Jillian’s to come about. Jillian’s feelings toward love are so sad and cynical and you can just feel your heart breaking for her each and every time she feels put down or compared to a man’s dead wife. And with Tuck, the way he mourns his wife and struggles daily with his emotions and his attraction toward Jillian is unbelievably realistic and heartfelt. While Ms. Wilde has written this story as part of a series, it can be read as a standalone, and I highly recommend that you do read this story of how sometimes true love can be found when a person least expects it.” 5 Stars!.”
—Danielle, Coffee Time Romance

“Talented author Lori Wilde has crafted a tale for the romantic in all of us, touching on the sorrow that sear one’s soul and the joy that heals. Ms Wilde has a deep understanding of human emotions and needs.”

“We are pleased to invite any romance fan to join Jillian and Tucker in their journeys through loneliness and sorrow. It is a trip worth taking and a tale well worth the time.”
—Reader to Reader

“Wilde’s Wedding Veil Wishes series concludes with this mellow fourth installment (after 2008′s Addicted to Love). Talented architect Tucker Manning has retreated to Salvation, Colo., after the untimely death of his young wife, Aimee. Though Tucker’s father-in-law, Blake, deeded him the lake house in Salvation, Houston attorney Jillian Samuels claims that Blake, her mentor, bequeathed the house to her before his death. Calling a truce, Jillian and Tuck agree to reside in the house together until they can sort out the conundrum. As Tuck attempts to overcome his guilt and sorrow over Aimee’s death, Jillian searches for love despite fearing rejection. Their physical attraction heats up the pages, but their personal development forms the heart and soul of the novel, a delicately revealing in-depth character study. Wilde’s clever combination of humor, sorrow and love brings a deeply appealing sense of realism.”
—Publishers Weekly


Jillian skirted the edge of the couch, looked down and saw the most gorgeous naked male back she’d ever seen. Startled, she slapped a hand over her mouth and jumped backward.

Her gaze focused on every minute detail. The tanned spine disappeared into the waistband of a pair of black briefs barely covering a firm gorgeous ass. The delineation of his taut musculature, the slope of the small of his back, the masculine thickness of his thighs all served to shove her libido into hyperdrive.

Mutt, her dog, growled low in his throat, pricked up his ears and cocked his head.

The guy snored, oblivious to the fact he had company.

Jillian’s gaze tracked from the exquisite butt, up the curve of the small of his back, to his broad shoulders that barely fit on the couch, to the shaggy thatch of wheat colored hair sticking out all over his head and back down again. His muscular calves were tangled in a blue quilt and a pillow without a case lay on the floor beside the couch.

That was some kind of body.

A skitter of excitement ran through her. Once upon a time she wouldn’t have minded waking up to find a backside like that in her bed. But since Alex, she’d sworn off men. The creatures did nothing but cause misery and heartache.

She didn’t know what to do. If he was a vagrant she should call the police and have him evicted. If he’d rented the place, then she needed to wake him and tell him about Blake dying and leaving her the house.

Either way, he had to go.

But how to arouse him? If she tapped him on the shoulder he was sure to turn over and she really didn’t want to see what was on the flipside.

Or did she?

Mutt was still growling at the guy in a low menacing tone she’d never heard the dog use.

Jillian cleared her throat. Loudly.


Apparently, the interloper could sleep through an avalanche.

Okay, she was going to try the tapping on the shoulder thing. But first, she had to cover him up so she would stop staring at him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, dropped her purse on the floor and tiptoed toward the couch.

She leaned over, going for the red and white afghan, intent on tossing it over him, when a strong hand reached up and grabbed her wrist.

Jillian shrieked.

He had a vise grip like the Incredible Hulk.

In one fluid motion, he rolled off the couch onto the floor, taking Jillian with him. He made a guttural noise as his butt smacked against the rug.

The red afghan had fallen over Jillian’s head and she couldn’t see a thing. All she could do was feel. Everything about him was hard. His grip, his chest, his thigh, and his…his…oh, God.