How do you fall out of love with a man who's all in?
That's the tag line for my Sept 17th release,
It Takes Two. And it's a good question, right?
I mean, let's assume the guy isn't a stalker-- he might be all in, but not being in love with him should be easy. But the "how do you fall out of love" phrase leads you to believe that she feels the same way, right?
She does. She's in love for the first time with a guy who's over-the-top, do-anything-for-you in love with her.
And now they have a problem. She needs to make some big life changes and is convinced they can't include him. For his own good.
Of course, he doesn't agree... until he gets in a little deeper. Then they both have to decide what is this love really worth and can it truly last?
Counting on
Love, Book 2
Isabelle Dixon never should have said yes to that first date, but she couldn’t
resist Shane Kelley’s larger-than-life personality. Except now Shane seems
determined to make their no-strings fling into something more.
If she thought dating Shane was hard work, breaking up is proving to be much
harder. Especially since she’s planning on making some major life changes that
don’t include staying out all night, Jell-O shots, and a sex toy shop punch
card. She needs a restful cabin getaway—alone—to gather her thoughts. And the
strength to finally end things for good.
Shane has always prided himself on being the good-time guy. Exactly Isabelle’s
type…or so he thought. Yet ever since he suggested her moving in, she’s been
pulling back. Thing is, Shane does everything with gusto—including falling in
love.
He’s not about to let her get away that easily. Even if it means chasing her
heart down a crazy road to prove that no matter what life throws at them, they
make a damned good team.
Warning: Contains a
strange road trip with several weird tourist stops, some hot sex in a car wash,
and two people who are just crazy enough to be perfect for one another.
Excerpt:
“You want me to
just kiss you, Iz? I can be happy with that.”
“You sure?” Her
hand slid up the back of his neck and into his hair. He wore it longer than
most of the cops, but he didn’t get any crap about it. She loved the way she
could thread her fingers through it and grip it when he kissed her—wherever he
was kissing her.
“Very sure,” he
said softly. Then his mouth met hers.
They’d kissed in
every way there was to kiss. Soft and sweet, hot and heavy, long and delicious,
all over each other’s body. This was a combination of all of those and then
some.
His mouth moved
against hers, lip to lip, for a long time. He’d press, then retreat, change
angles, open slightly, lick along her bottom lip, then back off and softly kiss
the corners of her mouth.
Shane lifted his
hands to her cheeks, cupping her face, holding her still. Then he kissed her
forehead, her nose, her chin, the side of her neck, then returned to her lips.
Isabelle sighed
against his mouth.
“I could do this
all night,” he muttered against her lips. “So many places to put my mouth.”
“Thought we
were kissing only,” she managed breathlessly.
“Well, French
kissing is kissing. And trust me, honey, I can French kiss you in lots and lots
of places.”
She started to
respond, but then he turned up the heat. He moved one hand to the back of her
head, the other to her thigh, lifting it, pulling her close and holding her
there, then he opened his mouth on hers, stroking his tongue in possessively.
This time she
moaned.
The deep, hot
kiss went on and on. Isabelle felt her whole body respond. Wet and hot and
tingly. All over. Her scalp prickled, her nipples tightened, her stomach felt
warm and everything below that was…all of the above.
She gripped the
front of his shirt and arched harder against him, wishing they were naked,
wishing she had worn her four-inch heels instead of the two-inch tonight.
God, she needed
him.
She slipped a
hand between them, running her hand over the hard bulge behind his zipper.
He released her
so suddenly she stepped back.
“Whoa girl. I’m
tryin’ to be good here. Show you I can do some vanilla kissing.”
That was
vanilla kissing? Yeah, right. “I changed my mind,” she said, reaching for him.
He held his
hands up and shook his head. “No way, babe. You wanted just kissing. I’m just
kissing.”
“I want more
than just kissing. Come on, Shane.” She stepped close and grabbed him by the
shirt again. “You never say no to me.”
“Until now.” He
gripped her wrist gently, but she knew she wouldn’t get her hand free until he
let her go. “I’m gonna pass this test, Iz. I’m gonna pass all your
tests.” He leaned closer until they were nose to nose. “I want you to move in
with me. I want to be with you. I’ll have vanilla sex and play checkers. I’ll
keep my hands completely to myself and make dinner for you every night. Or—” he
leaned in close again, “—I’ll rock your frickin’ world as often, as hard and as
loudly as you’ll let me.” He settled back on his heels. “It’s up to you.”
Isabelle stared
at him, her heart pounding, heat swirling through her body. “Yes,” she finally
said. “Yes. That last one. Right now.”
He touched his
finger to her nose. “I’m gonna do this, Iz. Pretty soon you’ll be moving your
panties into the top drawer of my dresser and wondering why you ever even
thought to resist.”
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We'll read them in bed, at the beach, on the way to work, at the doctor's office, in the tub, anywhere we can squeeze in a few pages because we just have to know what's coming next.
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