NOVA by Rebecca Yarros #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @RebeccaYarros @EntangledPub

The only heart he wants is the one he already broke…
NOVA
The Renegades #2
Rebecca Yarros
Releasing February 20th, 2017
Entangled Embrace

 

The only heart he wants is the one
he already broke…


He’s
Landon Rhodes.
The
Renegade they call Nova.
Sinfully
gorgeous, broody, tatted-up, professional snowboarder.
Four-time
X Games medalist—
Full-time
heartbreaker.
They say a girl broke him once—
That’s why he’s so reckless, so
driven, so careless with his conquests.
But I’m
that girl.
They can
call me his curse all they want.
He and I
both know the truth—
He’s the
one who destroyed me,
And I’m
not the sucker who will let that happen again.


***NOVA can be read as a
standalone***  

“How many have there been, Landon? How many memories are in your bed nowadays?” She forged on ahead, her eyes glossing over with a layer of what I was hesitant to call tears. “Can you remember them all?”

Heat rushed through my veins, a nauseating mixture of anger, shame, and the bitter taste of regret. My brain screamed at me to retreat and lick my wounds, to try again with her when she wasn’t on offense.

My heart reminded me that I was going to have to fight for this woman with every weapon in my arsenal if I wanted her.

And damn, I wanted her. Craved her. Needed her.

She was the only one I’d ever felt connected to—the only one my heart woke up and shook off the ice for. The only woman who challenged me and took me down in the process.

I stepped forward and clamped both of my hands on the table, boxing her between my arms. She craned her head to keep my gaze, unwilling to back down. It was the quality that both frustrated the hell out of me and turned me on faster than anything—her constant refusal to yield for just a fucking second.
 “Can I remember them all? Probably not.”

She snorted.

“You want to know why?” I didn’t wait for her to answer. “Because blonde, redhead, brunette—I saw their features for a millisecond. The moment I had one of them in my bed, they all had eyes the color of dark chocolate and hair so black it was almost blue…” I glanced at her hair. “Or purple. I never needed to remember them, because they were always you.”

“Don’t say things like that,” she begged. As if I could physically see her walls start to crumble, she softened. “You don’t get to say things like that to me. Not anymore.

 

 

Rebecca
Yarros
 is
a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She
is the author of the Flight & Glory series, which includes Full Measures,
the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What Is Given, and Hallowed
Ground. She loves military heroes and has been blissfully married to hers for
fifteen years.
When
she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in
some guitar time, or watching Brat Pack movies with her two daughters. She
lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle
of kids, and an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet. They recently
adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is
passionate about helping others do the same.
 

 

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

I Do, I Don’t Series by Lauren Layne #CoverReveal @TastyBookTours @_LaurenLayne @readloveswept

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READY TO RUN
I Do, I Don’t (Book 1)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Aug 22nd, 2017
Loveswept
The Bachelor meets The Runaway Bride in this
addictive romance novel about a reality TV producer falling for her would-be
star: a Montana heartthrob who wants nothing to do with the show.
Jordan Carpenter thinks she’s finally found the
perfect candidate for Jilted, a new dating show about runaway
grooms: Luke Elliott, a playboy firefighter who’s left not one but three brides
at the altar. The only problem? Luke refuses to answer Jordan’s emails or
return her calls. Which is how she ends up on a flight to Montana to recruit
him in person. It’s not Manhattan but at least the locals in Lucky Hollow seem
friendly . . . except for Luke, who’s more intense—and way hotter—than the
slick womanizer Jordan expected.
Eager to put the past behind him, Luke has zero
intention of following this gorgeous, fast-talking city girl back to New York.
But before he can send her packing, Jordan’s everywhere: at his favorite bar,
the county fair, even his exes’ book club. Annoyingly, everyone in Lucky Hollow
seems to like her—and deep down, she’s starting to grow on him too. But the
more he fights her constant pestering, the more Luke finds himself wishing that
Jordan would kick off her high heels and make herself comfortable in his arms.
~*~

 

RUNAWAY GROOM
I Do, I Don’t (Book 2)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Sept 12th, 2017
Loveswept
For one charming playboy, getting cast on a
Bachelor-esque reality TV show is the shock of a lifetime—until he finds love
where he least expects it. And now the chase is on!
Gage Barrett’s reputation as a ladies’ man has
been greatly exaggerated, but none of that matters after a drunken bet lands
him on Jilted, a reality TV show that matches runaway grooms with wannabe
brides. Now he’s stuck at a Hawaiian resort with nineteen women competing to
drag him back to the altar—and one contestant who’s even more miserable than he
is. Gage has no idea how feisty, independent Ellie Wright wound up in the cast,
but it’s obvious she hates his guts. And if there’s one thing Gage likes, it’s
a challenge. . . .
Ellie can’t believe she let her best friend talk
her into exchanging her dignity for a glorified bikini contest. Still, she
could use the exposure—her business is struggling—and she’ll probably be one of
the first to get eliminated anyway. But Gage isn’t the shallow jerk Ellie
anticipated—and he’s in no rush to send her home. As stolen kisses turn into
secret trysts, she finds herself losing track of what’s real and what’s for the
camera. With the wedding finale looming, this runaway groom is tempting Ellie
to start believing in storybook endings.
 ~*~

 

JUST RUN WITH IT
I Do, I Don’t (Book 3)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Oct 24th, 2017
Loveswept
A good girl takes her wild twin’s place on a
provocative dating show and meets the man of her dreams . . . off-camera . . .
in this charming rom-com about loving the one person who can’t love you back.
High school science teacher Violet Simmons has
spent her entire life helping her twin sister out of one scrape after another,
but this time, Zoe’s outdone herself. After signing on for the hit reality show Jilted, Zoe
ends up pregnant, and it’s Violet who finds herself in the
exquisite New Orleans mansion with twenty guys trying to coax her down the
aisle. Everyone buys Violet’s cover, including the one man she wishes would see
right through it: Bennett Chapman, the TV executive who looks good in a
suit—and even better out of it.
Bennett’s always expected to take over the
network from his father. Now, to seal the deal, he needs record ratings from
their tackiest show, which means the ditzy star needs to walk down the aisle
with one of her meathead suitors. But Zoe Simmons is no bimbo. She’s too smart,
too sarcastic, and far too alluring. The more they butt heads—and lock lips—the
more Bennett wants her all to himself. And when Zoe drops a real bombshell,
Bennett is forced to choose: between the job he’s destined for, or the woman
who’s stolen his heart.

 

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.

She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL’s ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

 

 I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

LOVE STORY by Lauren Layne #ReleaseBlitz @TastyBookTours @_LaurenLayne

Over the course of one wild road trip, 
feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love.
LOVE STORY
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing February 14th, 2017
Loveswept

Over the course of one wild road trip, feuding childhood sweethearts get a second chance at love in this charming rom-com—a standalone novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Good Girl.

When Lucy Hawkins receives a job offer in San Francisco, she can’t wait to spread her wings and leave her small Virginia hometown behind. Her close-knit family supports her as best they can, by handing over the keys to a station wagon that’s seen better days. The catch? The cross-country trip comes with a traveling companion: her older brother’s best friend, aka the guy who took Lucy’s virginity hours before breaking her heart.

After spending the past four years and every last dime caring for his sick father, Reece Sullivan will do just about anything to break free of the painful memories—even if it means a two-week road trip with the one girl who’s ever made it past his carefully guarded exterior. But after long days of bickering in the car turn into steamy nights in secluded motel rooms, Reece learns that, when it comes to Lucy, their story is far from over. And this time, they just might have a shot at a happy ending.

Although listed as a title in the Love Unexpectedly Series, all books in the series stand alone.

 

“Spock, we’re giving you Horny!” my mom blurts out, apparently fed up with my denseness.

Her utterance is too much for my siblings to handle and they both burst out laughing, retreating into the kitchen to rejoin the party where there’s wine.

Oh what I wouldn’t give for wine right now.

“I, um . . . you’re giving me the car?” I ask.

“Because yours broke down,” my dad explains, walking forward to thump Horny’s dented hood.

“And this one’s . . . not broken down?” I ask skeptically.

Look, it’s not that I’m not grateful. My parents are trying to give me a car, I appreciate the sweetness of the gesture, it’s just . . .

Here’s the thing about Horny: he barely got us three kids through high school. I mean, Horny is the car that sputtered and shook making it the 3.2 miles to Jefferson High, no matter who was behind the wheel.

I’m even going to come all the way clean here and say that early on in my freshmen year, I was embarrassed showing up in Horny. Then I realized I was lucky to have a car at all, and well . . . I dunno, I guess Horny became a part of us Hawkins kids’ charm, because the station wagon was practically an institution from Craig’s high school reign all the way through Brandi’s.

But poor Horny quit working years ago. Much to Brandi’s chagrin, he gave up the ghost a mere two months before her high school graduation, and I spent the last bit of her senior year being picked up by my parents.

“He’s going to take you to California,” Dad says, giving the car another thump.

“Really?” I step forward and run a tentative finger along the familiar panel. He’s had a bath, so at least that’s something. “Because last I knew, he wouldn’t even make it out of the garage.”

“Yeah, well, we neglected him for a while, but he’s right as rain now,” Dad says, puffing out his chest as though Horny’s a fourth child.

“Like, as in he actually starts?”

“Purrs like a kitten,” my mom says with an emphatic nod, even though I know she doesn’t even like cats. “We didn’t believe it, but we took him to church on Sunday and there were no issues.”

I literally bite my tongue to keep from pointing out that this is hardly a feat. Sacred Presbyterian is 0.8 miles away from the house.

“You took Horny into a shop?” I ask, starting to warm to the idea of having a car again. I’m a little touched, actually. Money is tight for my parents. Dad’s a PE teacher, and Mom gives a mean winery tour, but the gig’s never paid much.

“Not exactly, it was more of a bartering situation,” Mom says.

“Yeah?” I say, going around to the driver’s seat, already giddy with the prospect of telling Oscar I’ll be able to come see him in Miami after all, even if I won’t exactly be riding in style.

“Reece agreed to fix him up.”

I’m lowering myself into the car as my dad says this, but I reverse so quickly I hit my head. My skull doesn’t even register the pain, because I’m too busy registering the hurt in my heart at the familiar name. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Reece,” my mom says, giving me a bemused look. “He’s always been handy with cars.”

“He fixed up the car in exchange for what?”

And then I feel—I actually feel—the air change around me as the side door to the garage opens, and a new presence sucks all the air out of the space.

I don’t turn around. I don’t move. But I feel his eyes on me. Over me.

“Reece is headed out to California too,” my oblivious mother chatters on. “It worked out perfectly actually. Now you two can ride together, and your dad and I don’t have to worry about you alone in the middle of nowhere with a twenty-something-year-old car.

They think the car is going to be the problem here? It’s not the car that’s toxic to me. It’s him.

Reece Sullivan. My brother’s best friend. My parents’ “other son.”

Slowly I force myself to turn, and even though I’m prepped, the force of that ice-blue gaze still does something dangerous to me.

He winks, quick and cocky, and I suck in a breath, and I have to wonder . . .

I wonder if my parents would feel differently about their little plan if they knew that their makeshift mechanic is the same guy that popped my cherry six years earlier under their very roof.

And then broke my heart twenty-four hours later.

 

 

 

Lauren
Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen
romantic comedies.
 
A former
e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York
City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.
 

 

She lives
in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart
romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In
LL’s ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry
a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books. 
 

 

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RUSH OF INSANITY by Eden Summers #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @EdenSummers1

She won’t go down without a fight…and he’s looking forward to it.

RUSH OF INSANITY
Eden Summers
Re-Releasing Feb 7th, 2017

 

She won’t
go down without a fight…and he’s looking forward to it.
Harper left the world famous solo artist, Judd Hart, over a year ago. No matter
how much she cared for him, their worlds were miles apart. All they shared was
great sex and the ability to drive each other crazy. So why is she at his
concert, drooling over the sound of his delicious voice, when she’s spent
months convincing herself they can never work?
 
Letting Harper walk out on him was the biggest mistake
of Judd’s life. And now that he’s sighted her amongst the crowd, he won’t let
her run away again. Not even if it means holding her hostage on his tour bus
until he can seduce some sense into her. They have a lot to work out, but this
time, he will do whatever it takes to convince her they have a future.
Apart, their lives are smooth sailing. Together, it’s
pure craziness. But sometimes it’s okay to enjoy the rush of insanity.

“God, you’re beautiful when you’re mad.”

He wouldn’t have thought those eyes could glare with more ferocity. He was wrong. She glanced at the table beside her, then scoured the rest of the room with her gaze.

“There’s nothing left to throw.”

She raised a brow as if accepting a challenge and gripped the back of the wooden chair, lifting two legs off the ground. “Why am I here?”

“I was going to ask the same thing.” He couldn’t contain his smile. Fuck, he enjoyed this woman. She revived him. Energized him. Even after a two hour performance. “I would’ve thought my concert was the last place you’d want to be on a Friday night.” His smile crept into a smirk as the devil sparked in her eyes. “I guess I’m still hard to resist.”

She huffed as she raised the chair and launched it haphazardly in his direction. All it took was a slide to the left to miss the trajectory.

The last thing any sane man would do is laugh, but this was what he loved about Harper. She didn’t take any shit. Instead, she gave it out in truckloads. She was a spark of life amongst the dreary yes-men and placating groupies he was surrounded by.

“Have you got that out of your system?”

Her gaze narrowed. “Are your goons going to let me go home?”

“Not until I tell them to.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, plumping up her breasts in the loose charcoal T-shirt. She definitely was beautiful when angry; she was also more alluring than he remembered. Her eyes were a deeper blue, vibrant and hypnotizing. And her mouth…those dark, plump lips would be the death of him.

“Well, I guess I need to find a better weapon.” She turned back to the counter, gripped it with both hands and hung her head with a sigh.

There were red marks on her wrist. Three specific impressions that looked like finger marks.

“What the hell are they?” He bridged the distance between them in four steps, and took her elbow in his hands.

She turned into him, her eyes wide. “Back off.”

“Who did this?”

“Who do you think?” She tugged her arm from his grip. “Your henchman thought I was a meek, vulnerable female and tried to manhandle me.”

His heart crept into his throat, climbing higher with his fury. “The guy you sank your teeth into?”

“Yeah.” Her smile was smug. “He tasted like chicken.”

 

 

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Eden Summers is
a bestselling author of contemporary romance with a side of sizzle and sarcasm.
She lives in Australia with a young family who are well aware she’s circling
the drain of insanity.Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional
heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face. 

 

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DRAW THE LINE by Kim Carmichael #SalesBlitz @TastyBookTours @kimcarmichael4

The performance artist and con artist come together 
for the ultimate marriage of convenience.

DRAW THE LINE
Kim Carmichael
Kindle Press

The performance artist and con artist come together for the ultimate marriage of convenience.

Performance Artist, Argyle Brink, lives his life as one big art exhibit. No matter if he is hatching from a gilded egg to show his emergence as a new persona, or donning a suit of mirrors to reflect reality back to his audience, he never misses an opportunity to take a chance and stand by his convictions. Only one thing has eluded him…fame.

In order to save her family’s estate, Malone Summersfield must never return to England. After conning an art critic into taking her across the pond as his fiancée, she thinks her life will be smooth sailing. However, when the man’s wife enters the picture, she realizes the con is all on her, and she needs to get married now. When the strange, yet handsome, performance artist offers to marry her for the price of co-starring in his reality show, she figures she’ll give it a go and become a living art piece.

The show takes on a life of its own, gaining ratings from the sparks between the two stars. Airing everything from their dirty laundry, to public sex in an abandoned zoo, and even living off the grid in a micro house, nothing is off limits. However, when the INS decides to investigate their marriage further, and Argyle uses their predicament to broaden his art, Malone wonders if she will ever come first in his life.

With their marriage, their show, and her citizenship at stake, the two must decide if the ultimate truth lies in the art or in their love.

“Does everyone want a bagel?” While Judy was trying to not pay attention to the cameras, she spoke with an over exaggerated tone and nodded.

“Yes, that is why we are sitting here. Get to it.” Sam lifted his fork and pointed at his wife.

Malone noticed no one touched the huge pile of fresh bagels. Though her stomach rumbled, she waited.

Bubbie stacked all the plates in front of her. She cut a bagel, put the cream cheese on it and then passed the dish to Judy.

Judy then unwrapped some brown paper holding a smoked fish. She peeled back the skin and proceeded to stick her fingers in the fish, squeezing each piece before placing it on the bagel.

Once the bagel was layered with the fish, she handed the plate to her husband. “Here it’s all squeezed.”

“It’s only good after it’s been squeezed.” Sam lifted his bagel half. “L’chaim.”

Judy then proceeded to do the same with Argyle’s bagel.

Malone could only stare at the scene before her. Not only did Argyle not complain, he bit into the bagel as if it were some great delicacy. Well, she made a lousy wife—she never squeezed any of Argyle’s food before he ate it. Maybe she needed to pre chew it as well.

Judy went to plate three and began her bizarre ritual of squeezing the fish. “Ah ha!” She held up the thinnest of bones. “Look, this is why I have to squeeze the fish.”

Everyone around the table grunted or nodded.

“This could get stuck in your throat, God forbid.” The fact the woman found a bone caused her to really put effort into the last few squeezes before handing Malone her plate.

They all echoed the God forbid.

Malone looked down at her bagel and over at her husband. The irritation of having his art interrupted seemed quelled by a bagel with squeezed fish. She only wished her mother could witness what just transpired. The woman would probably faint or drop dead, no God forbid required. Well, for better or worse or for squeezed fish, she was one of them and she took a bite. Smokey deliciousness coupled with the creamy cheese all delivered on a perfectly chewy bagel filled her mouth. Unsure if the taste sensation was due to the fish squeezing or not, all she knew was she would never take the chance to have fish that wasn’t squeezed. Maybe it made the flavors meld together or something.

Before she had the chance to finish her bagel, another half was put on her plate as well as a scoop of fruit. She supposed that made it healthy. In a show of solidarity, she lifted her bagel. “Long live squeezed fish.”

Judy and Bubbie both beamed at her.

“So tell me about the graphics for the hospital newsletter.” Sam polished off a second bagel. “I have to get it on press.”

“Must we talk about this right now?” Argyle shoved nearly a quarter of a bagel in his mouth.

“You said to act normal. This is my normal question.” Sam shrugged.

Before she had the chance to shoot Argyle a look, show Sam the pictures she drew for the piece, or even say a word, another knock came at the door.

Her body trained, she tensed at the sound.

“In a day of everything being electronic,” Argyle said in his performance voice, “it is refreshing to see a human touch now and again.” Argyle pushed back from the table and went to the door.

“Registered letter for Malone Summersfield Brink.” An official voice interrupted her squeezed fish and her heart seized.

Sam threw down his napkin and twisted around in his chair. “Shouldn’t she be Malone Feinstein?”

The cameras turned toward the door.

Argyle signed for the letter and shut the door and held the letter up. “Mother, you asked about cameras before?”

On automatic and with her body heating, she stood. What did a registered letter mean? The good news was with a letter she would have time to react, plan properly.

“Here’s proof that everyone, everything, every action is under scrutiny.” Argyle held his hand out to Malone.

She reached for her one lifeline. “What is it?”

With his normal drama, he managed to open the letter and give it a quick scan. Before she even had a chance to blink, he crumpled the page in his hand. “The Department of Immigration and Naturalization Services needs Malone and I to file more forms.”

At the mention of the feared agency, her stomach tumbled. The squeezed fish threatened to reappear in a not fit for film moment.

“Forms.” Argyle dragged her over to the scale. “Applications, signatures. The world has this need to make things official. My wife and I got married, we have a license, and we will not be part of further red tape meant to complicate something so very simple.”

What did the INS want? What form? What happened if they didn’t fill it out? What happened if they did?

“Balance!” He tossed the letter on the scale and slammed one of his weights on top of it. The dish slammed to the floor. “There has to be balance, and my wife and I are going to get that balance.”

Once more he lifted the letter, now crumpled mess, and tore it into a ton of little pieces. “We will remain balanced in our marriage because we are together.” He took her hand, led her to the window and tossed the pieces out. “Balance. That is art.”

Malone watched the pieces float away. She prayed her husband didn’t just risk everything for the sake of his art. Balance was one thing, but they were anything but balanced.

 

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Kim Carmichael began writing twelve years ago when her love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.

I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

SHIELDED BY THE COWBOY SEAL by Bonnie Vana #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @bonnievanak

The SOS Agency grants one Navy SEAL his most personal mission yet.

SHIELDED BY THE COWBOY SEAL
SOS Agency #2
Bonnie Vanak
Releasing Feb 1st, 2017
Harlequin 

 

The SOS
Agency grants one Navy SEAL his most personal mission yet.
Home on
leave at his family farm, Navy SEAL Cooper Johnson receives an unexpected
assignment: to protect a beautiful socialite on the run from her abusive ex.
Grieving his kid sister, a brave cop killed in the line of duty due to a faulty
bulletproof vest, Coop is in no mood for work until he meets Meg Taylor. Soon,
he finds that riding the land, lovely Meg safe beside him, is a surprising
comfort to his heart. But when he discovers Meg’s dark past and the evidence
she possesses that her ex would kill to keep buried it will take both the
cowboy and SEAL within him to get the ultimate justice.

Such delicious warmth.

Meg slowly opened her eyes. She’d been back at the car, Sophie curled beside her, wondering how they would survive the storm and not freeze to death. The cold had pierced her bones like icy knives.

And then she’d closed her eyes, trying to keep her dog warm by holding Sophie tight. The nightmare had been too real. Sophie, kicked out of the house by her husband, wandering the streets during a south Florida cold snap. Curling up in a doorway to stay warm, whimpering and afraid, confused as to why her owners had abandoned her…

She drove, as she had in the past when it really happened, searching the streets for her beloved dog. But this time during the nightmare, a handsome stranger picked Sophie into his arms and scowled at Meg, as if blaming her for Sophie’s condition.

Now as she stirred, she became aware of lying in a warm bed, blankets piled atop her. A lamp glowed softly on a nightstand.

Meg realized she wore only panties and a bra.

And in addition to being half-naked, there was a hard male body next to her, also half-naked. Panic swept through her. She startled and moved away, but a strong, muscled arm hooked around her waist.

“Relax,” a deep male voice said. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The voice was strange, tinged with amusement and a New England accent. The body belonging to that accent was hardened with thick muscle, not soft with fat like Prescott’s. She became aware of the scent of him, all cedar and spicy aftershave, a pleasing masculine smell, not the fancy and expensive cologne disguising the vodka Prescott had consumed far too much lately.

“Get away from me,” she mumbled. “Why are you doing this?

“No one dies on my watch, Princess, and you were entering hypothermia. Body heat is the best way of keeping warm. I daresay your little dog knows this, otherwise she’d be nipping at my toes instead of snuggled beneath them.”

He added, with a wry sound, “And if you got frostbite, the local doc would have to amputate those pretty pink toes of yours.”

She had to get out of here, but oh, the warmth beneath the blankets and the firm, muscled body beside her gave off heat like a blast furnace.

Meg blinked hard, trying to summon precious energy. “Her name is Sophie.”

“Should have called her Ouchie.”

Meg’s mushy brain couldn’t register the joke, until she lifted her head and saw her rescuer hold up his hand where a half moon marked the skin. “Bit clean through my glove.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry.” Mortified, she struggled to sit up, more concerned about her dog biting a total stranger who had saved them from death than her lack of clothing.

He pushed her down. “Easy now. You need to stay under these covers a while longer.”

“My dog…”

“No worries,” he said easily. “I trust she’s had her shots, and I’ve had mine, so you needn’t worry about your furball getting a disease.”

Meg realized he was joking. The tension gripping her sore, tight muscles eased a little. She peered upward to get a closer look at him. A thick shock of wavy dark brown hair was cropped short. He had an intense gaze, thin cheekbones and a wide mouth. Handsome, with a hint of Irish blood in those ice-blue eyes.

A dusting of black hair covered his muscled chest. Washboard abs rippled beneath smooth, tanned skin. He was mouthwatering, a prime example of masculinity. Meg stared, still struggling with the unreality that this man had rescued her from the cold and warmed her with his body.

“You’re Cooper Johnson?”

“The one and only,” he drawled. “Your host over the next several days.”

She pulled the blankets up to cover her breasts, well aware her lacy red bra provided thin covering in the chill, and her nipples had turned rigid.

From the cold. Not the pull of attraction toward this handsome stranger. It didn’t matter if her libido sat up and started shimmying.

All she had to do was think of what Prescott would do if he found her, and her heated blood turned to ice.

“Where’s Sophie?”

Cooper lifted the bottom of the blankets. Snuggled at his feet, wedged partly beneath the covers, her dog snoozed. Relief filled Meg. She tossed back the covers, climbed down the length of the bed and gathered her dog into her arms, checking her over anxiously.

“She seems okay.” Meg drew in a deep breath as the awakening Sophie licked her face.

Sheer male interest flared on Cooper’s face. He rearranged the blankets around his waist. Realizing he must have had a bull’s-eye glimpse of her rear end, Meg flushed. She clutched the dog just a little too tightly, and Sophie squirmed.

The interest faded as his expression shuttered. He scratched the bristles on his hard jaw. “You feeling okay now, Princess?”

At her nod, he flung back the blankets, displaying a pair of long, muscled legs. A dusting of hair didn’t hide a wicked-looking scar on his left thigh. Her fascinated gaze traveled upward to the black Jockeys he wore…

And the very large bulge beneath them showing a blatant male reaction.

Seems as if Cooper Johnson was equally attracted to her.

Not that she’d do anything about it. Not in her lifetime.

His mouth curved into a knowing smile as he reached down to the floor, retrieved a pair of jeans. Cooper slid into them and stood, buckling the belt.

“Had to get you warm. Can’t help the consequences. I’m a guy, and you’re a very attractive woman.”

He shoved a hand through his thick hair and the move flexed the biceps of his right arm. A tattoo of a snake writhed with the motion as well. Sailors got inked, from what she knew. And he was a Navy SEAL.

Not regular Army, like her brother had been.

SEALs were tough, Lacey had told her, but their missions and lives were shrouded in secrecy. She wondered what happened to him that he was here now with her.

Bonnie
Vanak 
is a NY Times bestselling author.
After a career in journalism, she became a writer for an international charity,
traveling to poor countries like Haiti to write about issues affecting the
poor. When the strain of her job demanded a diversion, she turned to her
childhood dream of writing romance novels. Bonnie lives in Florida with her
husband and two rescue dogs. Visit her website at www.bonnievanak.com or email
her at bonnievanak@aol.com.
 

 

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