HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. A.S. GREEN AUTHOR OF: WILD CHILD
7 PM PST.
Providing private security for a celebrity wedding is nothing new...until I come face-to-face with Natalie O'Brien. The woman who chose someone else and kicked me to the curb six years ago. Time has done nothing to tame her. She's a red-headed beauty with a sharp tongue and nerves of steel who could seriously knock me off my game…
When my assistant bails, Natalie jumps at the chance to get off her tiny island. Now we're stuck crisscrossing the country in my SUV, with her tantalizing scent filling the cab and her smart mouth making me very…uncomfortable.
I survived a tour in Afghanistan, so working with Natalie should be a breeze for me…but after six years apart, she still makes me hope for all the things I never thought I wanted. I’m not sure I can breathe if she walks out that door again.
Jax grabs an empty cardboard box off the shelf above the printer and shoves it into my hands. “Get out!” he says through gritted teeth. I can see the pulse in his neck. “Pack your things.”
“Jax.” I put my hands up, palms out. “Please. You’re being impulsive. We can—”
“Thank you for all your help, but bringing you here was a mistake. I want you gone. You’re fired.”
I don’t follow him when he storms out and heads for his apartment. I’m fired? This has got to be some kind of joke. I jump when I hear him slap his hand against his apartment door sensor, but Mo only exhales in frustration.
Blinded by the pain of rejection, I throw the box on the ground and run out of the command center, through reception. For the second time in less than an hour, I don’t wait for the elevator. I’m halfway down the stairs when I stop.
I look down the stairwell, weighing my options. The immediate humiliation has passed. It has suddenly been replaced with the desire to go back upstairs and crack him over the head with one of his goddamn monitors. I might not do that...exactly. But I’m not leaving here without telling him off good and proper.
OUT: JULY 30TH
An erotic novella from Harlequin’s Carina Press (approximately 19,000 words)
For years, part-time cowboy Luke has obsessed over a beautiful green-eyed girl he once saw in a magazine. Not a model, just a girl who captured his imagination…and then fueled every sexual fantasy he’s had ever since. When that picture comes to life in the form of Tess, a twenty-year-old counselor-in-training with a sexual appetite that rivals his own, Luke has finally met his match.
Tess wasn’t thrilled about spending the summer mucking out horse stalls, but things take a dramatic turn when she meets Luke. The tall, lean cowboy delivers more than she could have hoped for, showing her exactly what her body is capable of. There won’t be weeks of flirtation for these two: Tess is impatient and her cowboy…does…not…play.
My sexual frustration is now fucking with my sleep, not to mention my appetite. I swear I’ve lost ten pounds in the last three weeks, and my jeans are hanging loose on my hips.
Luke has noticed. I know this when, after dinner, I exit alone only to hear a throaty groan behind me when I get outside. I skitter to a stop like a startled colt.
There’s no need to turn around; I know who it is, especially when he gets so close I can feel his breath against my hair. His voice comes out sounding strangled. “For the love of God, woman, get yourself a belt.”
I self-consciously tug up my jeans. Then all my muscles lock when I feel the light glide of his finger along the back of my waistline.
“I can see the top of your thong,” he says, plucking at it. “And my cock can’t take it.”
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