A billionaire who needs a wedding date.
An OCD psychologist looking for a fling.
What could go wrong?
CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING
Spikonos Brothers #2
Miranda Liasson
Releasing March 7th, 2017
SHE WANTS TO MOVE ON…WITH SOMEONE
BLAND AND BORING…
Widowed
psychologist Maggie McShae is ready to find someone who won’t make her heart
beat fast, her knees grow weak, or make her feel hot and cold at the same time.
No one she can really love, because love brings too much pain.
Drew
Poulos, son of a billionaire, is hiding out in Mirror Lake, working at his
brothers’ brandy company. He inspires those very feelings Maggie’s determined
to avoid. The hunky businessman, who left his high society bride at the altar,
is the last person she’d ever seriously date…but he might just
be perfect for a fling…
HE NEEDS A DATE FOR HIS BROTHER’S
WEDDING…WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN CALM HIS QUIRKY FAMILY…
Drew’s too
heartbroken to ever trust any woman again, but the sexy psychologist is the
perfect person to deflect his family’s attention as his brother marries the woman
Drew once thought was his.
As
sparks fly, two injured hearts might just find that true love can be even
better the second time around….
He got in
her face. And oh, those big brown intelligent eyes up close, those chiseled
cheekbones, so much more defined than her own, which really were such a waste
on a man. That thick, pitch-black hair, so thick a woman’s fingers could get
lost in there.
She tried
to back up a step, but he moved forward. “Maybe. Let’s start by being honest
with each other. Do you want me, Maggie?”
“We’re not
talking about—that. Back off already.” She pushed on his chest a little. A
mistake. Because it was hard as boulders and made her knees go weak. “Besides,
you just—flinched when I touched you.”
“I think we
need to do what you said, talk about it. I flinched because I felt what I think
you feel too. That there’s something going on between us. What are we going to
do about it?”
She flipped
her hand dismissively. “It’s all that touchy-feely stuff we’re doing in front
of your family. That has to stop.”
“This has
nothing to do with playacting,” he said quietly. “And I think you know that.
“That kiss on the court… It was real.”
“That kiss
was…impulsive. Heat of the moment, fueled by our hard-won victory.” Joking now
was not stopping the shivers that were running up and down her arms. Or the hot
and cold coursing through her veins. Somehow, she sensed how it would be
between them. Wild. No holds barred. And God help her, she wanted that.
She tried
to pull some common sense out of her sex-addled brain. It would be a very bad
idea on both their parts to forget their troubles with a sweaty round of sex,
wouldn’t it?
Yet wasn’t
that what she’d wanted? To get her life going again? To have an opportunity to
meet someone she could maybe share her life with and make a family for Griffin,
even if she wasn’t anywhere near expecting the soul-binding love she’d
experienced with Corey.
“I—I’m not in the right place for a
relationship,” she said.
“And yet
you were ready to have a fling with Greg the Fireman.”
“That was
different.” She sensed danger with Drew. The ability to drill down to a place
deep inside her that she’d buried for a very long time. And she was terrified
to let anyone in that far. “I don’t even really know you,” she said. For some
reason, her voice came out in a whisper.
“You know
enough.” His gaze was piercing right through her, hot and quick, and all her
willpower started circling the drain like Griffin’s bathwater in their ancient
claw-foot tub.
There were
so many things about him she didn’t know. She had no idea what he’d ever seen
in Sondra. Or many details about what had happened between him and Anika. But
maybe she didn’t care.
“We could
keep it casual.” He shrugged his elegant shoulders. “A little fling could be
good for both of us. Release all that tension.”
“Absolutely
not.” But his words were velvet, conjuring images of his body and hers, his
lips roaming over her, his hands…
He was very
close now, staring at her lips, moving in for the kill. And her head was
humming and her knees were wobbly and her heart was fluttering crazily. He was
so close, she could reach out and touch those big shoulders of his. Run her
hands down his powerful arms. Circle his sweet neck with her arms. She didn’t
even care that he was a little sweaty. And dear God, she was so, so sex crazed,
she wasn’t sure she could control herself. But, like a magnet drawn to the
fridge door, she could not turn away.
Finally, he
snuffed out the space between them and lowered his mouth to hers.
Oh, his
wonderful mouth. His lips were soft and seeking, tentative at first as he took
his time learning the feel of hers. He tasted like cookies and tea and his own
uniquely intoxicating taste. From the start, these kisses were completely
different from the ones they’d done for show in front of his family. Needy,
more aggressive, unleashed.
Miranda Liasson loves to write
stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because there’s
nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way,
even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes contemporary romance
for Montlake Romance, Entangled, and soon for Grand Central. She lives in the
Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.
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