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Above and beyond that, I'm pleased as peaches to promo this book, because it's one I beta-read a while ago and I thought it was a fantastic story. I love her writing (& I LOVE her heroes! *ahem Kareem ahem*), and I hope you check this one out, because it's too fun!
Blurb:Just when Mikayla Summers is convinced dating her boss is a good idea, she discovers him having sex in the closet with someone else. Refusing to stick around for further humiliation, she escapes with the one other person affected by what happened, her now ex-boyfriend’s cousin, the sexy, Andre Caldwell.
Though Andre believed the feud between him and his cousin over, he wasn’t surprised by what happened. What is surprising is how much he’s attracted to Mikayla’s personality and charm. As he gets to know her better, he realizes there is more than betrayal bringing them together
But the Caldwell feud runs deep, and when family obligations threaten the fragile connection between Andre and Mikayla they’ll both question if their love is real or a result of revenge.
Excerpt:He smirked and shook his head. “My family doesn’t marry for love. You only briefly met my dad and step-mom, but a few minutes in a room with them will quickly reveal there’s no love between them. They started as an affair that resulted in both of them dumping their old spouses for a newer model.”
“Don’t you want to love someone,” she asked.
Simple, abrupt, with no explanation.
“I’ve been in love.” Some of the wistfulness of what she’d once felt floated with her voice. “It’s not so bad.”
He leaned back and crossed thick arms over his wide chest. “Ryan?”
She shook her head. “No. My college boyfriend. We met our junior year and dated all of our senior year. He asked me to marry him.”
“He died in a car wreck.” She said simply.
Andre’s dark eyes lowered briefly. “I’m sorry.”
She shifted and toyed with the edge of her shirt. “I’ve come to terms with my loss. Cried enough tears to fill Lake Michigan and yes, I still miss him. But his mom insisted that I live after it was over. He wouldn’t want me to cry every day.”
“What was his name?”
Brown eyes that crinkled when he grinned in a thin face tanned from spending so many days outside flashed across her mind. “Brenden.” She smiled. “He made me laugh, all the time at the silliest stuff. He was such a great guy.”
Andre slid closer, wrinkling the patterned quilted bed cover and her will to slide away. “The look on your face. You didn’t have that look with Ryan.”
She lifted then lowered her shoulders. “No, I didn’t.”
Andre lifted a hand and brushed the hair from the side of her face. His fingers trailed down the side of her cheek, sending shivers across her skin. A warning flared somewhere deep that they were getting too comfortable again. Mikayla ignored it and turned to rest her cheek against his palm.
She met his gaze. His dark eyes were alive with desire. Heat sparked between them. She took a stuttering breath and blood pounded in her veins like a rushing stream. Too many emotions swirled inside of her. She hadn’t talked about Brenden in years, mainly because she didn’t want those old feelings brought up. Andre was the last person she should trust with those feelings, but after he’d spent the night keeping her nightmares away it seemed silly not too.
“You don’t talk much, but when you do you get right to places I don’t like going,” she said in a wobbly whisper.
“If you’re going to talk, it might as well be about something.” He slid a hand to the back of her head. Long fingers gently twisted in her hair, which was probably now a mess. He pulled her closer.
Anticipation ignited and flared along her skin. As much as she’d wondered about Ryan’s kiss, she’d never longed for his lips to touch hers the way she did now for Andre’s. She called on reason to stop her now. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“No, we shouldn’t.” If she loved his voice before, she was completely enamored with the thick layer of desire flavoring the deep rumble. “That’s why it’s just going to be a kiss.”
(Blogger's note: Sigh...)