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Excerpt from LUCKY IN LOVE
“Mallory.” There was a warning
in that low, sexy tone of his, a very serious warning.
She’d wanted a kiss, but hearing
him say her name like that was almost as good. And now she wanted more. She
wanted things she didn’t even have names for. So she wriggled some more, hoping
like hell she was getting her message across because she wasn’t all that
practiced in the bad girl department. Amy had been right; she needed lessons. She made a mental note to
address this as
well at the next chocoholics meeting. For now, she’d wing it.
“Yeah?”
“Are
you coming on to me?”
“Well,
technically, you’re on top of me,” she pointed out. “So I think that means that
you’re coming on to me.”
With a
groan, he pressed his forehead to hers and swore beneath his breath, and not
the good kind of swear either. And though she should have seen this coming, she
hadn’t.
He didn’t
want her.
It was
perfect, really. Perfect for the way the rest of the night had gone. Horrified, humiliated, she pushed at him.
“Sorry. I got caught up in the moment. I’m not very good at this, obviously.”
He didn’t budge so she shoved him again. “Excuse me.”
He merely tightened his grip.
“Not good at what, exactly?” he asked.
“Really? You need me to say it?”
When he just waited, she sighed.
“Attracting men. I’m not good at attracting men. Now if you could please get off.”
He lifted his head and cupped the
back of hers in one big hand, his eyes glinting with heat. “You first,” he said
rough and gravelly, leaving no mistake to his meaning.
She gasped, and he took advantage
of that to kiss her, his lips moving against hers until she gasped again, in
sheer pleasure this time.
Things
went a little crazy then. Ty’s mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue sliding
against hers, and God, she’d almost forgotten what it was like to be kissed
like this, like there was nothing on
earth
more important than her. That long-forgotten thrill of feeling soft and
feminine rushed over her.
Then
Ty lifted his head, and she realized she was touching his face, the stubble on
his jaw scraping against the pads of her fingers.
“To
be clear,” he said, “I’m very
attracted to you.” And she believed
him because the proof of that statement was hard against her hip.
“I think it’s your eyes,” he
said.
She was a little startled by the
unexpected romance of that. And then she was drowning in his eyes, which were smoldering. But then they were kissing again,
and she couldn’t think because he happened to be the world’s most amazing
kisser. Ever. She lost herself in it for long moments, loving the fact that he
didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all, or using the kiss as a means to an end.
Kissing her was an act all unto itself, and she was panting for air when he
finally broke from it. He shifted to pull away and she reflexively clutched at him. “Wait—We’re stopping?”
Dropping his head, he rubbed his
jaw to hers. “Yeah.”
“But . . . why?”
He let out a low, innately male
groan. “Because you’re not the
fuck-a-stranger-in-a-storage-room-with-her-boss-waiting type of woman.”
Well, when he put it like that .
. . Damn. Her inner bad girl retreated
a little. More than a little.
You don’t think you deserve to be happy.
Amy’s words floated in her head.
No, she’d never been the type to let a stranger into her heart, much less her
body.
But this wasn’t about her heart.
And Ty was no longer a complete
stranger. He was the man who’d good-naturedly stepped in tonight when she’d
needed him. Multiple times. He was the man who’d just given her the most
amazing kiss of her life.
She wanted him to also be the man
to vanquish her restlessness and loneliness. “I am for tonight,” she said, and
wrapped herself around him.
Excerpt from AT LAST
“You
were married?” She was surprised, though she shouldn’t have been. Matthew
Bowers was a catch.
“For
about twenty minutes,” he said. “Just after I got out of the military.”
“When
you were a cop,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Is
that why she thought you weren’t family material?” she asked. “Because of your
job?”
“Partly.
And partly because I failed her. But mostly because she was pissed off at me.”
Amy
wanted to ask how he’d failed, but that felt too intimate, especially given
that she was lying in his arms with his ice pack on her ass. But his ex’s words
didn’t make sense. He wasn’t the sort of guy to fail a stranger, much less
someone he cared about. What he’d done for her today proved that. His job might
have brought him here to check on her, but it hadn’t been his job or
responsibility to stay the night with her and keep her safe.
And yet
he’d stuck.
She’d
had people in her life who had
been responsible for her and hadn’t
stuck. “Matt?”
His
wordless response vibrated through his chest to hers, and he turned his head so
that his face was in her hair, inhaling as he rubbed her back.
“I
think you’re pretty good with people,” she said softly.
She could
feel him smile against her. “Thanks,” he murmured. “Now tell me about you.”
“Nothing
as interesting as you.”
“Try
me,” he said.
That
was the last thing she
intended to do. “Well, I don’t have an ex-husband . . .”
“How
about a mom? Dad? Siblings?”
“A mom.
We’re not close.” An understatement, of course. Her mom had gotten pregnant as
a teen and hadn’t been mom material. “I was raised by my grandma, but she’s gone now. She
died when I was twelve.”
“Any
other family?”
No one
she wanted to talk about. “No.”
He
tightened his arms around her, a small, protective, even slightly possessive
gesture. It should have made her claustrophobic.
It
didn’t.
They
fell quiet after that, and Amy wouldn’t have imagined it possible since she was
snuggled up against a very solid, very sexy man, but she actually fell asleep.
She woke up what must have been
hours later, as dawn crept in, poking at the backs of her eyelids. For a
moment, she stayed utterly still, struck by several things. One, she was no
longer cold. In fact, she was quite warm, and the reason for that was because
she’d wrapped herself like a pretzel around her heat source.
Matt.
She cracked open an eye and found
him watching her from his own heavy-lidded gaze. He was looking pretty amused
at the both of them. “Hey,” he said, and to go along with that bedroom gaze he also had a raspy early morning voice. Both were
extremely distracting.
He wasn’t looking like a forest
ranger right now. He was looking sleepy, rumpled, and sexy as hell.
“Are you taking this anywhere?”
he asked.
Not exactly a morning person, it
took her brain a moment to process what he meant. And then she realized that by
“this,” he was referring to the fact that her hand had drifted disturbingly low
on his abs. If she moved her fingers even a fraction of an inch south . . .
“Sorry!” Face hot, she pulled back and closed her eyes. “This is all Mallory’s
fault.”
“Actually,” he said, looking down
at his obvious erection. “It’s not.”
“No, I mean—” She broke off at
his low, teasing laugh and felt her face
flame again. “She sent you out here because she thinks something’s going on
with us.”
“Is there something going on with us?”
She didn’t want to touch that
with a ten-foot pole. Or an eight inch one. “It has nothing to do with us. It’s
payback for how I set her up with Ty at the auction a few weeks back.”
“What if it’s not?”
She met his warm gaze. “Not
what?”
“Payback,” he said.
Their legs were entwined. At some
point in the night, the sleeping bag had fallen away so that there was no
barrier between them. He was warm and hard.
Everywhere.
She felt herself soften as the
heat of arousal built within her. Worse, her fingers itched with the need to
touch him.
“Amy.” Matt’s voice was pure sin,
not a warning so much as a statement, and her hands reacted without permission,
migrating to his chest.
“Mm,” rumbled from his chest as
he slid a hand into her hair, tilting her head up to his. He searched her gaze.
“You’re all the way awake, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just making sure,” he said, then
rolled her beneath him.
Excerpt from FOREVER AND A DAY
“There’s one
last thing,” he said.
She wondered
if he looked as good without his clothes. “What?”
“That ship sailed?” he asked, repeating her earlier words to Anna.
Again she
tilted her head up. “I just meant we’ve been there, done that. We already
kissed, remember?”
His gaze
heated. Yeah, he remembered.
“And it was
. . . fine.”
He’d
probably shaved that morning but he had a shadow coming in. And his eyes.
Fathomless dark pools, as always, giving nothing away of himself or his
secrets. “The kiss was . . . fine,” he repeated, eyes narrowed.
“Well,
yeah.” Fine
plus amazing times infinity.
He just
looked at her.
“Okay,” she
admitted, sagging back against the door. “So it was a little better than fine.
But I’m not looking for this. For a guy like you.”
“Like me,”
he said slowly, as if the words didn’t quite compute any more easily than
“fine” had.
And probably
they didn’t. Look at him. He could have chemistry with a brick wall. “It’s just
that I’m not going to be in Lucky Harbor much longer, so while I’m here, I’m aiming
for . . . fun.”
“Fun.”
“Yeah. It’s
a new thing I’m trying.”
“And you
think I’m not,” he said with a hint of disbelief, “fun.”
“It’s
nothing personal.”
“Hmm.” He
took a step toward her, and since there was already no place to go, she found
herself once again sandwiched between the door and his deliciously hard body.
His hands went to her hips, where they squeezed lightly and then slid up her
sides, past her ribs, to her arms and her shoulders. By the time he got to her
throat and cupped her face, her bones had gone AWOL.
“What are
you doing?” she managed.
“Showing you
how much fun I can be.”
Oh boy. Just
his husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine, the sort of shiver a woman
wasn’t supposed to get for a man she didn’t want to be attracted to. And then
her body strained a little closer to him.
Bad body!
Josh’s eyes
met hers and held. He was purposely building the anticipation, along with the
heat working her from the inside out.
“Still think
I’m not fun?” he asked softly.
“You’re
not.” She swallowed hard. “You’re . . .”
He quirked a
brow.
Hot and
sexy, and damn. Fun. Which meant that she was in big trouble here,
going-down-for-the-count kind of trouble. Time to wave the white flag, she
decided. And she would. In just a minute . . .
“Say it,
Grace.”
“Okay, so
maybe you’re a little fun,” she admitted. “But—”
He nibbled
her lower lip, soothing it with his tongue, then stroked and teased her with
his mouth until she let out a helpless murmur of arousal and fisted her hands
in his shirt.
His eyes
were heavy-lidded and sexy when he pulled back. “Bullshit, a little fun.” His
mouth curved as he looked down.
Following
his gaze, she realized she was still gripping his shirt. She forced herself to
smooth her fingers over the wrinkles she’d left. “Fine. You’re a barrel of fun.
Happy now?”
“Getting
there.” His eyes were dark with lust and focused on hers, his hands on her back, fingers stroking her
through the thin material of her dress. When he lowered his head, he did it
slowly, giving her plenty of time to turn away.
She didn’t.
Their eyes held until his lips
touched hers, and then her lashes swept down involuntarily. She couldn’t help
it; his lips were warm, firm, and oh how just right . . .
With a deep, masculine groan, he threaded
his hands through her hair and tilted her head to better suit him, parting her
lips with his, kissing her lightly at first, then not so lightly. And then
everything felt insistent and urgent, and all her bones melted.
By the time he broke the kiss,
Grace was unsteady on her feet, and her breathing was more in line with a
marathon run. “I’m not sure what that proved exactly,” she managed. Except he was the best kisser on the planet . . .
