So, sit back and enjoy a little taste of what each book offers. Keep reading after this post for my take on both books.
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc
Date of Publication: December 2011
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…
Drew is the last
person Skylar wanted to see across from her at a local bar. A month ago he'd wined
and dined her all weekend, leaving her feeling fully in love, but then she
awoke alone in an empty hotel room and she hadn't heard from him since.
The weekend Drew spent with Skylar was phenomenal. There had
never been anyone who made him feel as complete as she did. He shouldn't have
disappeared, he should have called, but his feelings for her scared him, so he
distanced himself. But when he saw her again, he knew he couldn't stay away any
longer.
Skylar's determined not to give Drew another chance to hurt
her, but he's just as determined to win her back. Although it won't be easy,
he's up to the challenge, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to
accomplish his goal.
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc
Date of Publication: February 2012
Can she settle for just a little fun?
Every
Tuesday and Thursday morning Adam stops by Amy's bakery for one of her
delicious muffins…and a little flirting. When he finally asks her out, Amy is
thrilled.
Adam informs her from the beginning that he isn't looking
for anything serious. Just a little fun. Amy agrees, even though she isn't
entirely sure that's what she wants.
She does her best to play it cool, but Adam is sending so
many mixed signals he's confusing her, which she finds incredibly frustrating.
Adam is terrified by the feelings he's developing for Amy.
It would be so much easier if he just backed away from her. Then there's his
sister, who is insisting that Amy is not the right girl for him.
Will Adam be able to figure out what his heart desires
before it's too late and he loses his chance at true happiness?
Content Warning: explicit sex
And now for a little sneak peek...
Fool Me Once
What the hell was he doing there? Skylar was finished with
her aerobics class. Grabbing a bottle of water and squirting some in her mouth,
she checked her schedule. She had an hour before her next class. That meant she
had an hour to figure out what he was doing at this gym.
Taking a towel, she wrapped it around her neck and wiped off
the sweat. She headed out of the room, intent on finding him. He was easy to
spot. He was in the cardio area, in the back row like a typical man, watching
the ladies' butts jiggle as they worked out. Rolling her eyes, she started his
way.
"Hi, Drew," she said sweetly.
He turned off his machine and grabbed his water bottle. She
watched as he touched it to his full lips, taking in a long sip.
"If you're done, do you mind following me so we can
talk a minute?" she asked. She knew a confrontation in the middle of the
gym wouldn't look good for either her or the business.
"Sure."
Spinning around, she headed toward the staff only break
room. Once there she stepped aside so he could come in. Luckily the place was
empty. She shut the door and locked it.
"What are you doing here?" She placed her hands on
her hips, trying to portray she was irritated by him, when all she really
wanted was to feel his mouth on her again.
"Honestly, I had no idea you would be here."
"Yeah, and I should believe that. I haven't seen you in
a month until last night and then today you show up at my work place."
He took a seat, clearly worn out from his run. "My
company just switched gyms. I was having a tough morning, so I wanted to blow
off some steam by taking a run."
"Sounds convenient," she retorted.
"Shit, I didn't know you would be here. It's a plus though."
He eyed her belly, and she imagined his tongue there, licking her sweat off.
Silence filled the room. She didn't know whether to believe
him or not. His explanation sounded logical, and she would hate to think fate
worked this out. Fate was what she first thought brought him into her life to
begin with. He seemed so perfect for her. When they made love, it was so hot it
almost seemed like sparks were flying off their bodies. At least at the time
she considered it making love. Now she knew it was just sex to him, nothing
more.
"Come here." He motioned to her.
She snickered. "I don't think so."
"Please, I just want to feel you again."
"Ain't happening, buddy. You had your chance." She
knew all she had to do was resist him; that was the hardest part.
He reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him.
Yanking away from him, she took a step backward.
"Come on, Sky, I know you still have feelings for
me."
"Oh, I definitely have feelings for you, just not the
ones you're hoping for."
He chuckled. "You know, there's a thin line between
love and hate."
"That line is pretty thick for me."
"I'm not so sure."
"I am." At least she hoped.
He stood, closing in on her. As he stepped toward her, she
found herself once again flat against the wall. Shit, how does this
keep happening? His mouth was too close for comfort. Her eyes drifted
to it for just a second, knowing it was a mistake.
"This is not a good idea," she whispered. Desire
stirred in her.
"I want to have you. I need to have you. You're all I
have wanted."
Placing her hands on his toned chest, she pushed him back.
"You're not doing this to me again, got it?"
"I will win you back," he said.
More Then Useful
Amy walked to the sliding glass door and peered out. An
unfamiliar blue sports car pulled up. Biting her lip, she watched as it parked
in front of her building. Out stepped Adam. Good God, he was hot, wearing dark
jeans and a white button-down shirt. He walked with confidence radiating off
his body as he approached her building. A knock sounded on her door and slowly
she crossed the living room. Trying hard to gather the courage to answer, she
wiped her palms together and counted to three.
As she opened the door and saw him standing there she was
speechless. His eyes sparkled and as he smiled she noticed a dimple on his
right cheek. An urge came over her to kiss him. It took everything in her not
to yank him in by his shirt and throw him onto the couch.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"You look g-great too," she stuttered, wanting to
kick herself. "Uh, you want to come in for a moment?"
"Sure." He stepped into the apartment.
"My roommate isn't here. Can I get you a drink?"
"You got any whisky?" He laughed.
"Uh." She wasn't sure what to say.
"Sorry, I'm just nervous. Thought it might take the edge
off."
She smiled. "Me too, maybe we both should take a shot to
get over our nerves."
She went into the kitchen, grabbed a stool, and climbed up.
Opening the cabinet above the fridge, she pulled down a bottle of Jack and two
shot glasses. A warmth crept up behind her. His hand was then on her waist.
"Don't want you to fall." He spoke in a raspy tone.
She said nothing, just tried to concentrate on not passing
out. One small touch on her lower back sent tingles shooting through her whole
body. She was already feeling moist between her legs.
Climbing down, she set the whisky on the counter. Amy
unscrewed the top and then filled each glass halfway. Picking both shots up,
she turned and handed one to him. He let his fingers linger against hers a
moment. If she wasn't careful they wouldn't be leaving this apartment.
"Count of three?" he asked.
She nodded.
"One, two, three."
Each put their glass to their lips, eyes on one another, and
tipped the glass up. The liquid was warm as it slid down Amy's throat.
Hopefully this would calm her nerves and hormones.
"Can't say I've ever done a shot with my date before we
went out," he said as he set the glass down.
"Yeah, this is new for me too."
Her head was already starting to get a little cloudy. Damn,
she hadn't eaten since lunch. There was nothing to absorb the alcohol. She just
might be feeling real good, real soon.
"This might be forward, but if I don't kiss you before
we go out, it's all I'll think about." He looked longingly into her eyes
and grabbed a hold of her waist, tugging her against his chest.
Without any hesitation she leaned forward, letting her lips
press into his. Her eyes closed as his mouth took hers, lightly at first. She
expected the kiss to be short and sweet but urgency took over her. She tangled
her fingers into his hair and thrust her tongue into his warm mouth with a
strong desire to taste the whiskey on his breath.
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