(MSRP: 3.7500)
Class of '85 Series
If she could, Nora Emerson would demand a "do over" of the last twenty-five years. An emotionally abusive marriage, failed fertility treatments and a nasty, public divorce have left her bruised, skittish and determined to remain independent at all costs.
With an all-consuming business and a furious teenage sister on his hands, Nora is a complication Nick McPherson doesn't need. It's one he wants. Her vulnerability and kick-ass competency intrigue him, and the sexual sparks between them could set Summerville on fire.
The more she insists the sex is just for fun, the more determined he becomes to turn their fling into something more.
(Pages 108) Spicy
Excerpt:
The heat and taste of peat from the Scotch lingered on her lips as Nick placed a series of soft kisses along her jaw. He nipped her lower lip and pressed her against the rail, a gentle movement that knocked the air from her chest with the promise of what was to come.
Anxiety slithered over her skin. She couldn’t do this. Hadn’t done this since her divorce—actually for years before that. She was going to embarrass herself if she kept going.
“Nick—”
He tilted her chin upward with one finger, shifted the angle of his body until the solid heat of his erection burned through her jeans. Bones melted. Doubts faded. His lips worked over hers in a heady blend of skill and desire.
The hand beneath her sweater slid upward, over the bumps of her ribs until his fingertips traced the lace of her thin bra, catching her nipple between finger and thumb. His tongue tangled with hers. He took his time, drinking her like fine Scotch and running his hands over her body with exquisite slowness. Her head spun from a primitive demand for sexual satisfaction. She’d forgotten what it was like, this incandescent, all-consuming need for another person.
She pressed her palm against his chest, felt the heat of his skin, curled her fingers against hard muscle. His heart thumped hard and fast against her hand. He broke the kiss and leaned against her. He smelled spicier than before, warmer, too.
“Are you certain?”
Pulling back, she studied him, trying to decipher the flicker of doubt on his face. “Yes.”
“Tell me, sweets, how much did you have to drink?”
“Who would’ve thought the wild boy of Summerville High would grow up to be so staid?”
