New Adult / Romance
Date Published: 10/1/2013
Jessica Channing’s big city life should be more exciting
than sixty-hour work weeks and popcorn nights with her girlfriends, but it’s
not. She has worked hard fulfilling her role as a child prodigy and graduating
college years before her peers. She’s the good girl, the brilliant girl.
Unfortunately, she’s also the dateless young woman.
That all changes with one phone call. Jess’s rigid,
predictable life upends when she must visit a small, obscure town to deal with
a relative’s death. This isn’t just any little speck of a town, though. Long
lost memories come crashing down on Jess’s world when two men, the Blackard
brothers, seem to lure her in.
Dylan is cover model handsome, and pursues Jess the minute
she comes to town. Then there is tall, dark and gorgeous Carson, who hides his
own secrets behind his hardened reserve.
For someone who has been governed by her own obsessive
behaviors and fears, Jess lets her guard down and jumps at the opportunity to
have an affair with a man she actually finds attractive for a change.\
There’s just one problem. Jess discovers that she can’t
have a simple romantic fling because true passion does indeed come with some
very big strings attached to it. She will have to own up to her own truths
about love and face the two extraordinary men; both troubled in their own ways
and both determined to have her.
This novel contains graphic sexual content and strong
language. It is intended for mature readers.
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Excerpt:
I’m still daydreaming when he stops abruptly to pick up his
toolbox and I bash right into his back. Perfect. Didn’t I already do this with
Dylan?
Carson drops the box and turns around to catch me. “I’m
sorry, did I do that?”
“No, it was me.” I rub my nose.
He’s holding me by the waist, pulling me into him, but it’s
not a déjà vu of Dylan. Carson is something else—something I like very much—and I
suspect that being torn between two men in my own imaginary, lovelorn world is
a sign of my immaturity. At least, that would be the first thing my mother
would say before she asks what they do for a living. My hands are wedged
between us, resting against his hard abdomen.
Carson doesn’t let go, as if he’s thinking of something to
say or thinking of pulling one of those fast Blackard kisses. “This could be
awkward,” he says and releases his grip on me while his hands remain hovering
by me.
I’m not sure if he’s having the same thought as me, that a
kiss would be awkward since I’m going out with Dylan, or if it’s awkward
because he sees me as some virginal geek and he’s never touched one in person
before. It’s awkward because I’m
over-thinking the whole scenario!
S.A. Wolfe
S. A. Wolfe lives
with her wonderfully loud, opinionated children and husband. She is a voracious
reader and passionate about writing, and when those two activities don’t keep
her locked away in her room, she loves hiking mountains as much as she adores
all the thrills New York City has to offer.
Links:
Website: www.sa-wolfe.com
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