Title: Icing on the Cake
Author:Karla Doyle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1st, 2014
Close to Home Series ● Book 2
Synopsis:
Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can
get along.
Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.
Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.
One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.
Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.
One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
But giving in to
their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…
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Icing on the Cake: Amazon // B&N
Excerpt
The second she’d passed the town limits, Sara hit the accelerator.
Curtis grinned for no one to see and gave the Mustang gas. Thought she could
shake him, did she? Not a chance. Her Trans Am was no match for his ’67
Fastback. Also, he wasn’t inclined to lose.
The woman could drive, though. She led him on a heated chase, ripping
down empty rural roads, ignoring the posted speed limit, failing to stop for
those irrelevant red signs on the corners. He cranked up the tunes and followed
suit through every twist, turn and straightaway.
The game ended way too damn soon, with a final turn down a long,
gravel laneway bordered by thick woods. Fifty feet later, they reached a
charming red-sided house set on one side of a large clearing. Natural forest
surrounded the massive yard, except for a small stretch on the far right side
where waterfront broke the circle. On the other side of the yard stood a small
smokehouse. And speaking of smoke, there was Sara’s dad, waving from his
station at the barbecue, near the house’s adjoined garage.
Curtis returned the greeting, shut off the car and hopped out. No
wonder his brother liked coming up here to visit the future in-laws. Not only
were Peter and Meredith Chambers nice people, they had a sweet setup—if you
liked the whole “serenity” scene, as Conn did. Curtis didn’t mind kicking back
for short stints now and then, but too much calm and relaxation made him
twitchy. Give him the adrenaline rush of ripping down a country road any day.
“You kept up,” Sara said as he rounded his car and popped the trunk.
He turned and found her leaning against the nearest vehicle, legs
crossed at the ankles and arms folded across those amazing tits, straining the
limits of the world’s tightest black t-shirt. Sunlight filtering through the
treetops bounced off her shiny, dark hair, giving it an amber aura that matched
her eyes. At the moment, those eyes were loaded with daggers, all of which were
aimed at him. Deservedly so.
Didn’t change a thing though. If possible, it increased his urge to
stalk over there and stake his claim on the wild-eyed beauty. He settled for
the stalking part. And some looming over her, which he did with his hands
tucked safely in his pockets.
“You didn’t want to lose me. Admit it.”
She admitted nothing. Just stared up at him wearing a defiant, sexy
smile. “Exceeding the speed limit, failure to stop, reckless driving. I’m
shocked at your blatant disregard for the law.” She tsked. “Maybe I
should make a citizen’s arrest.”
“Go for it. You’ll have to hold me until an officer arrives. Think you
could?” He moved closer, still keeping hands off, yet essentially pinning her
to the vehicle. “I, for one, would enjoy your attempt to restrain me. Very
much.”
Tires crunching over gravel and the accompanying toot of a horn
interrupted whatever saucy thing would likely have flown from Sara’s lush, red
lips. Instead, she pushed past him, brushing her tits against his arm and
copping a feel of his groin in the process.
“Seems you’re already half-cocked at the idea.”
He threw his head back and laughed up at the trees. The silent
surroundings gave the sound a booming quality. He really did have his work cut
out for him this weekend. Making sure Sara behaved—he could do that. Holding
himself to the same standard was looking to be the more difficult task.
She paused and looked back when he didn’t trail after her. “Are you
coming?”
He snagged the bottle of Scotch from his trunk,
closed it and caught up with her in two strides. One hand positioned on the
small of her back, he leaned in close to her ear. “When we’re naked later,
babe, you won’t have to ask. You won’t even be able to ask, because you’ll be
moaning my name at the time.” He smacked her ass hard enough to make her jump,
then abandoned her to join his brother on the Chambers’ deck.
Karla grew up in a small town on the shore of Lake Erie. She trained and worked in the fashion industry, designing and making everything from swimwear to dog collars for most of her adult life. Karla has since traded her needle and thread for a word processor, and now spends her time writing sexy romances. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with family, friends and her pets, as well as reading and hitting the gym. 
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