About the Book:
Kendall Roarke is betting everything on making her Harwichport Bed & Breakfast into the premier wedding destination on Cape Cod, despite her recent messy divorce.
Jonathan Reynolds moved back to the Cape to take over his uncle's business and start fresh after his own marriage ended. He's not looking for anything complicated - until he meets Kendall, with her big plans and wild mop of curls.
Throw an unruly foster puppy and an uptight new neighbor into the mix and things get a little crazy. Now Kendall has to decide if it's the kind of crazy that she can live with... for the rest of her life.
Excerpt:
He reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around
her arm, not letting her leave the front hall. “Kendall?”
Again with the major electrical sparks zinging
through her! She was afraid to look him in the eye, afraid he’d be able to see
it in her face, the devastating effect he had on her. They stood so close she
felt the heat from his body radiating, warming the small space between them.
His touch was fire on her bare skin. She finally raised her gaze to meet his
eyes, luminous and deep. She felt like she might fall into those green pools
and drown.
Breathe in,
breathe out. She searched for words to answer the unasked questions in his
eyes but none came to her.
“Kendall.” He whispered her name again as if it were
the answer to some puzzle he was trying to solve.
Thoughts whirled through her head at lightning speed.
Nothing about this made any kind of sense— especially not her attraction to a
complete stranger. But there was no denying the electricity that ran through
her body from his simplest touch.
“I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” Her
low whisper matched his.
“What are you looking for?” He moved closer, his lips
brushing her mouth, tasting of beer and salted peanuts. His warmth pulsed
through her in shock waves, her traitorous body responding all too eagerly. He
tasted so good, the salt sizzling on her tongue. The kiss shifted from soft and
gentle to solid and deep. Arms slid around her, pulling her close, but she was
too wrapped up in the kiss to protest. Why complain? He felt so good, the hard
muscles of his arms and planed chest underneath that thin dress shirt, and
another hardness evident, despite his proper dress pants.
Suddenly Kendall remembered that this was the same
man who was fooling around with the married cougar of a librarian. She wanted
to be outraged for the unwitting spouse, but all she could think was, Lucky librarian.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders.
Vaguely she registered the wall behind her, pressing hard against her back. His
clever tongue tangled with her own, sending fresh waves of desire rippling
through her.
Even as her body screamed Yes! she slid her hand between them, firmly pushing him backward
and breaking the connection. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to get hurt again.”
Her eyes searched his before she turned her head to look away. If she looked
into those eyes for one more second she would forget all about saying no and
let her body do whatever it wanted.
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