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The line between friends and lovers can get a little blurry…especially when you add tequila.
A Chances Are story.
Gabby is serious about her search for Mr. Right, but no one can say she hasn’t had a good time looking. She enjoys her numerous dates and the sex that comes with them. Until she finds herself falling for the one man she vows to never love. Her best friend and roommate, Justin. A player in every sense of the word—and a reminder of her awful past.
One night, with the help of a bottle of tequila, things get a little too hot for comfort. She moves out, intent on removing him from the line of temptation.
Justin has different plans. The tequila did more than just change how he sees his good friend. It made him realize he doesn’t want to be just friends any more. He’s ready for something more intimate, and he’ll do whatever it takes to find out why she’s running. And convince her to stay.
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“Look at me, Gab.”
Her shoulders rose with the deep breath she dragged in, and then she tilted her head to give him a sideways glance. Her eyes were carefully schooled. He knew that look. She’d come to poker night too many times with the guys for him to not recognize that you won’t get shit out of me look.
“I want you to be completely honest with me,” he said quietly and tightened his grip on her hand—her dainty, soft hand. His brows drew together. Had her hands always been this feminine?
“Okay.” She arched an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask it?”
He shook his head, wondering how the hell she was managing to get him so damn flustered.
“Yeah. I’m gonna ask it,” he said gruffly and then focused his attention on her face again. “Did you move out because of that night?”
The only sign that he’d shocked her was the slight widening of her eyes. But then she narrowed them just as quickly and a sardonic grin slipped across her mouth.
“That night? Ah, Justin, you’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that. We lived together for a couple of years.”
“Damn it, Gab. Don’t pull that crap on me. Anyone else might buy it, but I don’t.” He scowled. “You know exactly which night I’m talking about.”
Her fingers arched against his hand, but he didn’t loosen his grip. The slight smell of sweat from their run lingered in the room, with the overlying scent of her lotion. Some melon thing she’d worn the entire time he’d known her. It had never seemed seductive before, but now…
She lowered her gaze from his and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before retreating safely back into her mouth.
Desire stirred low in his groin and his next breath in wasn’t quite as steady. Jesus. He still wanted her.
The idea rocked him to his core.
Bad idea, Justin.
“Are you telling me—” He leaned forward and caught her chin, his face just inches from hers. Very bad idea, Justin. “—that you don’t remember this?”
The need to remind her of that night consumed him. Her eyes widened in trepidation, just before he lowered his mouth down onto hers.
So soft. So sweet.
When she would have pushed him away, he moved his palm to her back and held her still, moving his mouth against hers.
Half a year. How had he gone a half a year without her? And why had it taken two years for them to reach this level of intimacy?
His tongue teased the crease of her mouth open, and then slid inside to taste her.
The angry sound she made morphed into a frustrated moan and finally one of surrender. Her tongue moved out to meet his—almost angry in the bold strokes she made to tease him.
Justin’s blood pounded through his veins. His entire being focused on the smell of her, the press of her breasts against his chest, and the soft sounds she made as she kissed him back. Sounds that alternated between pleasure and frustration.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders to wrap around his neck, pressing her body snugger against his. The scrape of her hardened nipples against his chest sent another rush of blood to his cock, bringing it fully erect. He groaned, grateful for his loose running pants.
He explored her mouth thoroughly, teasing the hidden spots before returning to spar with her tongue.
His hands, which had been resting on her waist, slid up her ribcage to just under her breasts.
He barely hesitated before sweeping his thumbs up to stroke over the tight peaks of her breasts. He lifted his lips from hers just a fraction to allow her strangled gasp, before he captured her mouth again.
All rational thoughts on why he’d come here tonight—because it couldn’t have been for this, could it?—abandoned his mind. The need to touch her naked skin, to taste the salty sweet softness of her flesh, swept through him.
He deepened the kiss, caught her nipple between two fingers and pinched, all while easing her onto her back on the couch. It was a move he’d mastered in years of seducing women.
Tonight it failed.
Gabby wrenched her mouth from his, shoving him so hard he fell off her and onto the floor.
“Stop.” She scurried off the couch and across the room from him. “What was that, Justin? What the hell was that?”
He winced, picking himself up from the floor. His balls ached and his dick still throbbed with the need to be buried inside her. Inside…Gabby. Shit.
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Mandy M Roth
Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is Life is Beautiful. Enjoy my excerpt and then blog hop to the other blogs listed below.
He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.
Seattle Steam, Book 3
Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.
Kidnapped! Allison can’t believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.
Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he’s going to prove there’s sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.
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“Okay. Go ahead and put your paddle into the water on the right side.”
Taking a deep breath she slid the paddle off the edge of the canoe into the water.
“Just like that. Good. Now push through, then lift it out and repeat,” his voice encouraged. “Good job.
You’re doing great, Allie.”
His praise shouldn’t have pleased her, but it did. Ridiculously so. She flushed and continued making the jerky strokes, until she finally found a rhythm that worked for her.
The canoe glided through the water, taking them further out onto the lake. Comfortable with paddling now, she glanced up and took a moment to really drink in the view.
The sight was literally breathtaking, stealing away her ability to draw in a full breath and tightening her chest. Everything around her was bigger than life. The dark crystal blue of the lake and massive peaks of the mountains in the distance. So rugged, raw and seeming untouched.
A view that must’ve been relatively unchanged for centuries.
“You’ve stopped paddling.”
She flushed and pressed her paddle back into the water again.
“It takes your breath away, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice tinged with awe.
“Yes.” She didn’t deny it and drew in another lungful of the crisp clean air. “It’s amazing.” “I love to come out here and camp every now and then.”
“Wait, you don’t actually work up here?”
“No. I like isolation every once in awhile, but all the time? Nah, can’t handle it.”
“So you work around people?”
When she’d first learned Clint had become a forest ranger, she’d basically assumed he lived way off in the woods and spent his days talking to Bambi.
“Yes. I work around people. In fact probably my favorite part of the job is when I give guided tours o the kids.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “For real?”
“Yeah. Schools bring kids in for field trips all the time. Kids are fun. So curious and honest. The honesty part cracks me up sometimes.” He gave a soft laugh and she couldn’t help but notice how his voice had changed when he’d mentioned the kids.
This was a man who wanted to be a father. She knew it without a doubt. But then, Clint had always been patient with kids. Her stomach warmed and she swallowed against the sudden tightness in her throat.
“Though the bulk of my work is spent isolated, I work with people at times,” he went on, as if sensing they’d gone into deeper waters with their topic. “And though my house is pretty close to the park, the town is just about a ten-minute drive away.”
Relieved at the change of subject, her ears perked up at the new topic. “Is there a place that does manicures?”
“Nails. A place that does nails.” She glanced down at her fingers as she pulled the paddle out of the water. “By the time you come to your senses and return me to civilization, I’m going to need one hell of a job.”
Clint’s laugh sent a warm shiver down her spine.
“I don’t know. There may be one around, I’ve never checked.”
“Nope. Couple of mom and pop shops.”
“Wow.” She tilted her head and nodded. “Small town.”
“Definitely won’t find a McDonalds.”
“That could be argued to be a good thing.”
The canoe slowed and she glanced over her shoulder to figure out why he’d stopped paddling.
He stared back at her, his blue gaze had narrowed somberly. “Is it really that bad? Being out here?” Her breath caught again and she turned around to look out off the front of the canoe.
Once again the view around them rocked her to her core. Made her feel small and insignificant. Made her feel kind of stupid for bringing up getting a manicure. Her stomach clenched and she swallowed hard. Maybe she had become a little superficial…
“No,” she said softly. “It’s not bad at all. It’s pretty damn amazing actually.”
The water around them stirred as he dipped the paddle into the lake again, then the canoe surged forward.
“Hang on,” he called out as she began to lower her paddle back into the water. “Let me turn us toward the shore over there. I want to show you something.”
She relaxed and waited until he gave her the okay to paddle again, before dipping back into the water. They steered closer to the shoreline before the canoe slowed again. She glanced behind her to see Clint holding his paddle still in the water to bring them to a stop.
He leaned forward and his warm breath feathered across the curve of her ear. Tingles raced down her spine as warmth eased through her body.
“Okay, now look at the shore,” he said quietly. “Toward that really dense group of trees.”
She had to refocus her gaze, since it had started to cross from each warm word he spoke against her ear.
“What am I looking for?”
“Talk quietly,” he commanded, his voice still barely audible.
Talk quietly. Good Lord. What was the guy afraid of? Scaring the fish? She searched the shore and started to shake her head. Hissing, “I don’t see—oooh.”
Her eyes widened and tension rocked through her muscles. The bear she’d just spotted stepped out from one of the trees and glanced at them, before wandering along the shoreline.
“Oh God. It’s a bear,” she whispered. “For real. That’s a bear.”
“Yes, for real that’s a bear.” He paddled them closer. “Do you have my camera?”
She laid the paddle across the canoe and fumbled in her pocket for his camera. Turning around, she handed him the small device and then spun back to watch the bear.
It wandered along the shoreline, in and out of trees, paying little attention to them. A shiver ran down her spine, but this time it was from fear.
They weren’t that far from the campsite. They’d only paddled for about five minutes. And there were bears this close?
“Does that kind of bear eat humans?”
Clint laughed again, then she heard the click of the camera go off as he took a picture.
“The black bear is more likely to eat your food than you, Allie.”
“I don’t know,” she muttered. “Let’s just say I’m glad we’re on a lake right now.”
The camera clicked again. “Doesn’t really matter. Bears can swim.”
“What?” Her voice carried across the water and the bear glanced out their way.
“It’s true. A bear can easily swim across a lake.”
“Where’s my fucking paddle?” She fumbled to get the paddle in the water again. “We are so out of here.”
“Easy.” Clint’s sudden hand on her shoulder gave a reassuring squeeze.
“Bears freak me out.”
“They freak a lot of people out.” His other hand descended upon her shoulder and he started to massage the fear out of her. “I promise you, humans generally aren’t on their diet.”
“Hmm.” She narrowed her eyes, and eyed the bear warily. Come after me, buddy, and you’ll get a paddle shoved so far up your—
“Besides, you have to admit she’s beautiful.”
She grunted. “She is. Scary, but beautiful.”
They fell into silence, watching the bear wander around. Another movement caught her eye. Her mouth parted on a gasp as a smaller bear bounded out from the trees.
“Her cub.” His warm breath tickled her ear.
“It’s so cute! Take a picture of it.” When he didn’t immediately move to comply, she moved her arm behind her to elbow him in the ribs. “Hurry.”
He gave a soft chuckle before his hands slid from her shoulders to grab the camera again.
The disappearance of the warmth of his touch sent a small ache of loss through her, but she ignored it as she focused on the sight in front of her.
She watched the mother bear and cub wander along the lake’s edge, in and out of trees scavenging for food. It was like something on the freaking nature channel. Never could she imagine that she’d be up this close—seeing it for herself. It was amazing, so touching, her eyes pricked with tears.
“All right. Grab your paddle, we’ll head further out down the lake.”
After one last lingering glance at the bears, she grabbed her paddle again and waited for Clint to guide her.
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Mandy M Roth