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Jen Doyle
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After a near career-ending car accident and with paparazzi
surrounding his penthouse, all-star catcher Nate Hawkins can only think of one
place to go: home. But when he finds his old apartment occupied by a half-naked
woman wielding a baseball bat, he’s not sure what to think…except that maybe
his luck has finally changed for the better.
Librarian Dorie Donelli never thought she’d get to meet her
fantasy man in person—much less while she’s wearing her bathrobe. To her
surprise, her nearly naked run-in with Nate leads to more unclothed encounters.
But Dorie is sure their fling is only temporary. As long as she remembers he’ll
be gone once his life gets back on track, she won’t get hurt. In the meantime,
she throws herself into enjoying their three weeks together before he has to
report for spring training and go back to his old life.
CALLED UP, by Jen Doyle
(Carina Press)
Available August 29, 2016
Available for preorder at: bit.ly/CalledUpAZ
Angelica “Fitz” Hawkins knows for a fact that it is not better to have loved and lost. After losing her parents, she’d rather lock up her heart and throw away the key than endure that kind of pain again. If that means giving up any hope of a lasting relationship, then so be it.
With Deke, Fitz finally feels like she's back in the land of the living. But she won’t risk another broken heart—even if it means saying good-bye to Deke for good. It’s up to Deke to convince her that the safest place she could ever be is right here with him.
“Hey, Dorie,” she heard from above her. “Do you
know where Fitz wants these bottles of water?”
Speak of the devil. Fitz brought her head up a
little too suddenly, banging it on the underside of the table. “Ouch!” Her hand
going to the back of her head, she came up frowning, and...
Oh, God,
was he this gorgeous before? Had he always smelled amazing?
Doing everything she could to keep herself
immune from his physical charms, she spun on her heel. “Back here.”
Very specifically not looking in Deke’s
direction so that she didn’t give anything away, she forced herself to act
exactly as she always did around him. Except she suddenly couldn’t quite
remember how that was. Did she flirt with him? Did she flat-out ignore him? Did
she generally just go around in a state of low-level irritation? Because right
now she had absolutely no clue.
She had even less of a clue as she bent down to
open up the lid to the cooler and he crouched down next to her, his head so
close all he’d need to do was turn it slightly to the left and his mouth would
be on her breast.
And was that…?
Oh, hell, no, her nipples had not just
hardened. She slapped her arms over her chest.
Because they had. And Deke, with his superhero
sex god extra sensory perception, had definitely noticed. He at least had the
decency to look down at the ground as he grinned.
“It’s the cold,” Fitz snapped. “From the
cooler.”
Pushing the bottles down into the ice, Deke
just answered, “You’d be amazed at all the bits and pieces I can warm up with
my tongue.”
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