I think small town romances are my absolute favorites … at least, until I open the next book π
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by Amy Andrews
Blurb:
For five years, PA Cecilia Morganβs entire existence has revolved around playing βleft tackleβ to former NFL quarterback Wade Carter. Sheβs so good at her job, the man canβt even buy his own condoms! Well, today sheβs giving the Worst-Boss-Ever her notice.
To say CCβs announcement was a bombshell is an insult to bombs. And horribly timed, with his publisher breathing down his neck. Not too many things defy Wade Carter. Wellβ¦except his mother. His PA. And the blinking cursor of doom.
Time to call an audible.
CC is gobsmacked. Three months in his small hometownβsomewhere devoid of βfemale distractions,β he saysβwhile he finishes his book, and heβll cut her loose?! And he thinks a cowboy hat and dimpled smile and sheβll just say yes? Penalty flag.
Wade canβt believe CC and the council arranged busloads of single women to visit their dying town. She never gives up. But three Super Bowl rings prove heβs no quitter, either.
But then their fighting starts to feel a whole lot like foreplay. Whatβs a quarterback to do when he realizes he might be falling for his left tackle?
Time to throw a Hail Mary.
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Excerpt:
βIβm staying and you canβt stop me.β
Of course she couldnβt β it was his freaking island – but it didnβt mean she wasnβt going to keep trying to convince him. βSeriously? What about your work? Donβt you have other ecosystems to ruin?β
He chuckled. Who knew that near naked man chuckling while holding a bunny could be a whole other level of sexy above just plain near naked man holding a bunny. βI have a phone, the internet and a 2 IC. Iβm sure weβll manage for a few weeks.β
βFour weeks. Four.β
This was what she was worried about. What if he tried to constantly hurry them or get them off the island before theyβd found homes for all the rabbits? These things took time and the island was a good base to run the re-homing project considering sparsity of nearby shelters.
There were some wildlife carers in the Doak area who had been lined up to take on any kits and their mothers but the nearest shelter was the ABL one in Denver, over a two hour drive away.
The rabbits were all going to have to go to there anyway for neutering β the ABL desexed all their rabbits before re-homing them β but Gus wanted as many of the adoptable rabbits to be allocated to families before they left the island.
βSorry, sorry, yes.β He held up his hands to placate her. βI was just approximating. Donβt worry, my company can do without me for four weeks. So…β He shrugged one shoulder. βIβm all yours.β
Gusβs gaze was drawn to the movement and the way Ramboβs little twitchy nose was a millimeter or two away from Marshallβs nipple. Annoyed at her apparent weakness where he was concerned, she threw him a glare. She really hadnβt wanted to mention what happened last night but he was leaving her no choice.
βLet me guess. Youβre thinking if you stay thereβll be more of what happened last night, right? More…kissing? Maybe a lot more than that?β
He grinned bigger. βIt was a pretty amazing kiss.β
Gus wasnβt about to go into the merits of the kiss. They both knew itβd been hotter than a steam bath in the Bijou. She needed to dismiss it, to neutralize itβs power. βSo?β She lifted a shoulder. βWe have chemistry.β
βYeah.β He nodded, his gaze intent. βWe do.β
βBut guess what, Marshall? Weβre adults. We donβt have to be slaves to biology. We just say no.β
βNo?β He gave her an incredulous look that totally called bullshit on that. βReally?β
βYes. Really. This isnβt the set of Love Island, Marshall.β
A sexy half laugh slid from his lips. βWell thatβs a relief.β
Gus pursed her lips. Right. Of course. Evil Elmer with his sexy rough hands was just like all the other guys who wanted to bag, brag and move on.
βItβs not Sex Island, either.β
He regarded her for long moments, stroking Rambo rhythmically. Gus was pretty sure she could see a little trickle of rabbit drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. Clearly Rambo was also a fan of those big, thick, rough fingers.
βAre you going to tell the bunnies or am I?β
βThe bunnies are slaves to biology. They get a pass.β
βLucky bunnies.β
βWhatβs the matter, Marshall?β she demanded. βCanβt keep your libido in check for four lousy weeks?β
His cocked eyebrow mocked her a little. βCan you?β
Considering she regularly went months without sex, Gus was crazy confident on that score. βI have a black belt in libido control.β
βWell now,β he murmured. βThat is a shame.β
βIs there a reason youβre obfuscating?β
He laughed. βWell clearly to hear you say that word for one.β
βMarshall.β Gusβs patience was hanging by a thread.
βOkay, okay.β He held up his hand in a placatory gesture. βI can control myself for four weeks. Just to clarify, though, this doesnβt involve sex with ourselves, right?β
Gus had not been expecting that question and the image it put in her head took her by storm. Sheβd already seen his cock, seen the way he cupped himself. How much more exciting would it be to watch that big hand of his sliding up and down, pleasuring himself? Getting himself off.
Masturbating.
Gus shut her eyes and tried to erase the picture from her mind. When she opened them again, he was watching her, a broad grin stretched across his face. βYouβre thinking about it, arenβt you?β
Ignoring his question she threw him a nonchalant look. βYou can have as much sex with yourself as you like. Do we have a deal?β
He looked like he was going to continue to find ways to obfuscate some more for a moment but then he sighed and said, βFine. No kissing. No sex.β
Relief flowed like cool water through her veins as she raised her coffee mug to him in salute. βThank you.β
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Author Info:
Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. Sheβs been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name.
As well as unforgettable characters and great sex youβll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesnβt seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because thereβs nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book!
She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.
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