Author: Miranda Liasson
Publisher: Entangled
Date of publication: September 4, 2017
Liz Kingston spends her life delivering babies and longs for
one of her own. All she needs is someone with fabulous genetic material. Who
better to ask than her sexy ex-fling, who has no interest in ever settling down
or being a father.
International correspondent Grant Wilbanks loves danger and
travelling the world. But nothing in all this Brit’s experience could have
prepared him for the way a torrid affair with Liz makes him feel. When she asks
for his assistance, he figures he can help her out with a simple donation. No
strings, no emotions, just…test-tube science.
But this simple favor gives them both more than they ever
bargained for. Grant agrees to her terms, but stepping away gets harder and
harder because the more time they spend together, the more he finds himself
falling…and losing the battle to safeguard his heart.
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Enjoy this excerpt:
“I have one question,” Grant said.
“What is it?” Liz asked. Her body felt boneless, her throat
suddenly dry, blood whooshing in her
ears. Either she was having a heart attack or she was very, very turned on. Or
both.
“Why are you wearing my bathrobe?”
Oh, dammit. Busted.
At least the embarrassment made her thoughts veer back into safer territory.
“I—spilled vinegar on my shirt and it was hanging on your kitchen chair.” That
was the truth. She omitted the fact that she’d inhaled it repeatedly and
probably would have slept in it if he hadn’t shown up.
His full, beautiful lips curved up in a smile. “It looks
better on you anyway.”
His hands stopped moving on her arms. He stood there looking
at her, his grin slowly fading.
There went that whoosh-whooshing
of her blood pounding through her temples, her pulse points, the heat from his
gaze spreading through her, settling in her core.
“It might look even better off,” she said, her voice barely
a whisper. Oh God. Did she say that?
His
brows shot up in surprise. The smile returned, this time predatory. A gleam
flashed in his eyes. Then he bent his head and kissed her. Just a graze of her
lips, soft and featherlight, but it made her lose her breath, her balance. Her sense.
He steadied her. Pulled back, holding her by the shoulders
and tracing her cheek with his thumb. “I need you to tell me what you want.
Perhaps this isn’t a good time.”
She couldn’t let him leave. She wanted him more than air,
needed him too badly. But to say that?
His thumb slipped down and traced her lower lip. “Let me
make you feel better. I know how.”
Of course he did, and every cell in her body knew it.
His other hand wrapped around her neck, tangled in her hair.
Slowly, he drew her in to him. Tugged on her lower lip, tasted it. Teased it.
She gasped. The surprising tenderness of his touch, the slow, careful moves,
had her trembling beneath his touch.
“Is this what you want?”
Oh, of course it was. Emotions collided inside her, some
attached to warnings, but her absolute need for him pushed all her doubts away.
“Say the word and I’ll leave. But say it now.”
His voice was soft, tender, yet demanding at the same time.
“Yes.”
One word was all it took for him to seal her lips with his.
He possessed her mouth with relentless kisses and thorough strokes of his
clever tongue, making the slow steady simmer building within her go up in
flames.
Suddenly their bodies were flush, and she could feel the
raw, uncontrolled heat of him searing her through his thin robe. The hard
thickness of his erection pressed against her belly, against the throbbing
pulse between her legs. His mouth was on her, oh God, his wonderful, soft lips
kissing her, possessing her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.
She forgot everything—her sadness, her disappointment, her name. All were smoke and ashes scorched
by the absolute hunger between them.
He slid
his hand down her back and cupped her ass, positioning her over his raging
erection. She ground her hips against him until he emitted a deep, low growl,
which pleased her greatly. She felt his smile against her lips as he scooped
her up and carried her into her bedroom.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“I will,” he said, tossing her lightly onto the bed and
shrugging off his suit jacket. “But only if you give me back my robe. I’m quite
possessive of my clothing.”
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Author Bio:
Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves,
because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs
along the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart
winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous
small–town romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award of
Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.
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