GUESS WHO IS COMING ON FRIDAY? MOLLY McLAIN AUTHOR OF: CAN'T RESIST HIM EXCERPT

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Molly McLain
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Sometimes what you want and what you need are two very different things. 

Always relegated to the “friends with benefits” corner of small town River Bend, Jenny Riley is done giving the milk for free. Falling hard for a bad boy? Not in the plan, either.

Sexy, emotionally-wounded Marine Reservist Brody Nelson just needs someone to lend an ear. A friend. Friends to lovers? That’s more than he bargained for.

Neither wants a relationship. A long distance friendship should be enough.

It’s not.

Warning: This books contains a tattooed, pierced hero with a few surprises up his sleeve...and a hella sexy one down his pants.

Can't Resist Him is the fifth book in the River Bend series.


Ducking out the backdoor with an armful of empty beer bottles, he heard the neighbor’s dog start barking out in the front and he spun around so fast from the recycling bins that he nearly clocked his face on the door, hurrying back inside.
First thing on Monday’s to-do list: Hire a cleaning lady in case Jenny had more of these impromptu visits up her sleeve.
He met her at the front door, a grin on his face that probably made him look like a randy teenager. “Fuck, you look amazing. Hurry up, get in here.”
She laughed as she maneuvered around piles of slushy, melting snow. “I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“God, woman,” he growled when she got close enough for him to grab and pull in tight. She’d swapped out her fluffy parka for a white fleece number that significantly reduced the amount of fabric between her tits and his chest. His cock took notice. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured against her neck. “Best part of my entire week.”
“Mine, too.” Her fingers slid up into his hair as she wiggled closer, and he shivered. More of that, please. “But I have a confession to make.”
“What’s that?” he asked between stealing kisses and ridding her of her jacket.
“I’ve actually been driving around for an hour trying to find you. Tony gave me the wrong address.” She bit at her lip and made the most adorably uncertain face ever. “I wanted to surprise you.”
Well, hell. Words couldn’t do justice to how friggin’ elated that made him. Women had shown up on his doorstep lots of times, flaunting their proverbial trench coat and batting their fuck-me eyes, but not one—not a single goddamn one—had ever shown up late on a Saturday afternoon just because she wanted to see him.
Inch by inch, he backed her toward the wall in his hallway. When her shoulders hit the dark red paint, she gasped and he took great pleasure in covering her sweet lips with his…in swallowing that breathy sound and letting it seep deep into his lungs.
Her hair felt like ribbons of satin between his fingers and her heat like a fire in the middle of a cold, barren Afghani desert. He couldn’t get close enough, needed more of her all around him. And she gave him just that, pushing up onto her toes, so she could fold her arms around his neck and eliminate every possible space between them. All the while, she fed his soul with wet, addictive kisses that soothed him from the inside out. A high like he hadn’t experience in too damn long built fast and heady, better by a million than any whiskey-induced buzz could have ever been.
“I like surprises,” he muttered against her mouth. “Especially when they taste like sugar.”
She laughed and the lush, full-bodied sound echoed off his walls, spilling a little of her essence into his home. He wanted more of that laughter…wanted her to fill up every bit of his space with all the parts of herself she was willing to share. She was the comfort in his otherwise chaotic world. His peace of mind when his head filled up with so much shit, he couldn’t think. And by some strange, nonsensical twist of fate, he suspected he gave her something similar in return.
“We good now?” he asked, slowly and regretfully loosening his hold on her before he got greedy and pushed past her boundaries.
She nodded. “I think so. Though, we might want to double check a little later.”



It was New Year’s Eve and Jenny Riley and Brody Nelson had met for the first time as far as Jenny knew. Later was later told by Brody it was the second. You see Jenny had a friends with benefits situation with Reed Fletcher that she knew since high school. Until recently when Reed found the girl of his dreams again. Therefore, dropping Jenny as a bed buddy but not as a friend, so he thought. Especially since that was the normal M.O.
Jenny was, “Not anymore! All men were asses! I am done giving my milk away for free!” At some point she had met Brody when she and Reed were out with their friends. But since she had been hoping Reed would really see her and fall in love with her one day he didn’t. What he said at the beginning held true. Basically that it was just sex, he wasn’t in love with her, and there wouldn’t be anything more than sex. How do guys do that? What does that mean? That you’re there on call, call girl, or what? 
So when her friend Ally gets married in Vegas she goes and her roomie leaves her the suite that they shared the night before their wedding. So she is there all alone. She starts going ape bat crazy being there all alone that the thoughts of a relaxing bath makes her crazier. Maybe that’s why she was with Reed so long he keep the loneliness away.
Hating to be alone and yet hating to be alone in a bar on New Year’s Eve could be worse she says, “F” It!” Goes down for a few drinks when Brody who thinks she’s not just hot but sexy. Once I read, “Hot was how girls look, (and with her brown hair curviness,) “sexy was how a girl acted. If a hot girl didn’t know how to move her body, she was just hot.” That is what Brody saw yet he also saw a girl who had been hurt recently by a guy and no guy was going to get past the walls. 
He didn’t need that he had his own problems. They stamped him with PTSD. Three tours as a Marine and the UAS was messing with him. So he was a little messed up after having a few friends die in his arms. He could handle it he is a Marine after all. Right? Well, it didn’t work that way he had to talk to someone. It took an encounter with a curvy brunette to get him to somewhat agree to counseling. He’s there at least.
It worked out that night at the bar when they bumped into each other going up to their rooms a sticky situation was brewing not of his making. Jenny could tell it was not of his making so she jumped in the mix to help when one of the potential players follows them to their rooms. She ends up with Brody in her room passed out at first. When he wakes they share a meal then truths are shared that cut like a knife. Causing a brick to be removed from their walls. Once they come to an agreement to stay out of each other’s business and then it was time to…
A bond was formed in Vegas. Lack of sex actually cemented it for these two in a way having sex does it for others. Since these two were the eternal bed buddies it was time for a change up. Jenny because she was tired of the Reed rollercoaster. For Brody it was the trust and the safe connection to talk about his last tour where he lost two buddies. Find instead the woman he didn’t know he was looking for.
This book was refreshing the way the author didn’t over do the PTSD but spoke of the struggle our strong proud service personnel have taking help to combat it. It’s real and we as a nation need to encourage it not make them ashamed of it. As Reed tried to make Jenny feel about Brody. I also like that his friends, counselor, and himself knew Jenny couldn’t fix him he had to. Yet he knew he liked who he was with her which got him to seek that help on a real basis. 
I totally enjoyed the books funny parts, erotic parts, and gut wrenching parts too. This author pulled you through a lot of different emotions but made it better in the end yet in a real way. Totally worth your read. I give this 5 stars. Provided by netgalley.com.

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