FENDER BENDER BLUES
Her
life took a wrong turn. He's driven by success. They didn't count on crashing
into love...
Rachel
Bennett loved her job until the day she finds herself doubting her
choices. Now she's hunting for a new
career, but starting over isn't easy. Her
plan is simple—no distractions until she finds her dream job. She didn't plan on fate throwing her a
curveball in the form of a fender bender with a sexy guy in an expensive suit.
Craig Larsen
is a wealthy, successful business owner with a plan of his own: survive his
current PR nightmare and stay away from his overly determined
ex-girlfriend. His need for control and
personal success is turned upside down when he meets Rach, a sassy redhead who
can't drive.
Soon they
find themselves battling with Rach's grumpy old neighbor, toilet-papering the
trees of a high school nemesis, and fighting over the last slice of pizza. Can two very different people plus one fender
bender equal a chance at forever?
EXCERPT:
“Now what?”
“Nothing.”Rach
sniffed.
Craig shifted
to eye her warily. “Since when do you answer me with single words?”
“Since I
decided I’m not talking to you,” she answered with a shrug, crumpling up the
white paper wrapper from her sub.
Craig leaned
his face in close to her neck and enjoyed the startled jerk of her shoulders.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. His breath shifted a few strands of hair at
the nape of her neck as he whispered, “Why, because you want me?”
“You’re
incorrigible,” she said, breathless, her cheeks flushed.
She’s enjoying this. The thought pleased him. Rach was on
her back beside him now, her eyes closed. He glanced around the park to see if
anyone was watching. No one was. He could swoop in for a kiss and no one would
catch him. No one would care, he told himself. She won’t mind…
“I can feel
you staring.”
Craig smiled
down at her. “So what.”
She peeked at
him with one green eye. “So stop it.”
“And if I
don’t?” Maybe she’d tackle him, push him down on the blanket and…
She didn’t.
She promptly closed her eye and went back to pretending indifference. “I’ll hit
you, that’s what.”
“Not if I do
this, you won’t.”
He’d only
meant it to be a short kiss, but the pleasure of touching his lips to hers kept
him there longer. Her tongue was velvet soft and warm against his and the slow
mating of their mouths quickened his heartbeat even as he told himself, It’s no big deal, just a kiss.
She nipped
his bottom lip and sent heat sliding through his body. The woman could kiss.
She whispered
soft against his lips, “Now why don’t you admit that it’s you who wants me.”
Looks like a great read!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping in, Dawn :) I hope you enjoy Fender Bender Blues! Hugs for stopping by :)
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