Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablance
Date of publication:
BAD BOY SAM + GOOD GIRL IVY =
LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN
After her last disaster of a relationship, Ivy Stephens is content being single. She has her job, her apartment—and the cute little puppy she’s seen hanging around. When he escapes, she finds her search efforts aided by a big, burly, devastatingly handsome man. One who claims a prior claim on her dog.
Sam Hamilton is at loose ends since his best friend fell in love. He finds a sense of purpose in rescuing strays. The puppy who’s stolen his heart just happens to run into blond, beautiful Ivy. And Sam can’t help hoping she’ll take in one more stray—him—for good.
She blushed. “You told me to.”
“I didn’t think you’d really do it that hard. You gave it a
whack.” He looked a bit odd. He leaned closer, staring at her, checking for
something, apparently.
“What? What’s wrong? I didn’t break it, did I?” She still
held his hand, and this time she turned it over, more than aware of their
disparity in size.
“Nah. I’m good. But you…” He paused. “You’re not that nice
or sweet, are you?”
“What did you say?” She stiffened and would have dropped his
huge hand, except he curled it around hers. “Sam, I—” He lowered his head,
standing so close she could feel his breath on her lips. All thought left her.
“Not so sweet at all,” he murmured.
The miniscule gap between them closed. Had he moved? Had
she?
The feel of his mouth over hers stunned her. So much heat,
so much electricity.
He froze and pulled back. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
Ivy didn’t give a damn. She yanked him back and plastered
her mouth over his, needing more of that fire to burn through her, licking up
the need and spreading it throughout her body.
For a split second, Sam didn’t move. Then he groaned and
wrapped his arms around her back. Before she knew it, he’d lifted her in his
arms and seated them on her couch. Her knees straddled his lap, while she
continued to kiss him until she couldn’t breathe.
Nothing made sense but getting more of Sam. She squirmed
over him, hungry for something just out of reach. His taste, his scent, the
sense of such strength underneath her. So much hunger for the man made it
impossible to resist when with a large hand, he squeezed her breast.
She moaned against his mouth, aware she was fast losing
control. But her kiss had nothing on
his. With a subtlety that impressed her, he slowly took charge of the embrace.
The masterful way he kissed her, the variated pressure, the softness from such
a large, ferocious man, stole her will to do anything but respond. Caged in his
arms, lost to desire—hers or his, she couldn’t tell—Ivy followed his lead.
About the author:
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, MARIE HARTE is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, MARIE HARTE is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
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