When Isabella MacKenzie tries to move on from her disastrous past, Officer William Devine is determined to show her that love is the only way to heal.
This sexy enovella, the final installment in Jennifer Probst’s heartwarming Searching For series, follows the high-powered women of the popular matchmaking agency Kinnections, located in the small, picturesque town of Verily, NY.
EXCERPT
“I had a really nice time.” She refused to look at him, fiddling with her seat belt.
AUTHOR INFORMATION
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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“I had a really nice time.” She refused to look at him, fiddling with her seat belt.
“Yes, me, too. Thanks for dinner. I better go.” She flew out of the car.
Cursing under his breath, he climbed out and followed her. When he reached the top step, her odd fear had leaked away and been replaced by the fierce determination he adored.
“Look, it was a great night but we made a deal. I don’t need you escorting me to the door, or making moony eyes and pretending this is going to be something it’s not.” Navy-blue eyes burned with temper. His dick wept and it was all he could do not to back her against the door and kiss her savagely.
“I don’t make moony eyes at anyone. I take offense to that remark.”
“Good night, Liam.”
He moved into her space. “Are you attracted to me?”
The air escaped her lungs in a soft whoosh. His gaze flicked down her body, noting her tightening nipples against the fine lace of her bodice. She was practically shaking, and they hadn’t even touched yet.
“That’s a ridiculous question.”
“No it’s not. Are you attracted to me?”
She shifted her weight, struggling for the answer. “If you’re not, I’ll leave. I’m not out to force myself on anyone. But don’t lie.”
“I don’t lie!” she said hotly.
“Are you?”
“Yes! But I don’t intend to do a thing about it. This experiment is over, Liam. You need to finish what you started at Kinnections and we need to avoid each other. You deserve a woman who can be a perfect wife. You deserve kids and a white picket fence and dogs. You deserve it all.”
He leaned in. “So do you,” he growled. “Maybe it’s time I prove it.”
Shock and arousal dilated her pupils. Her lips parted for air. “I’m not out for a quick screw,” she shot out. “Just because we did it once doesn’t mean I’m an easy target.”
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t be easy if you tried. I knew even that night you were the one who chose, not the other way around.”
Her arms lifted as if to touch him, then dropped back down as if she’d gotten burned. The intoxicating scent of her invaded his nostrils: sweet and spicy, tinged with feminine arousal. He’d allowed her to lead because she needed to feel in charge, but he also knew when actions spoke louder than words. In his job, and his life, Devine followed an instinct that had never guided him wrong—an innate sense of when to push and when to back off. Right now, he needed to push. He moved. It only took three steps to back her against the screen door. His arms caged her in. He braced his thighs apart, trapping her. He kept just enough space between their bodies so she had the time needed to transition without trying to bolt. “I’m honored you feel the need to push me straight into another woman’s perfect arms, but I’m here to tell you there is no perfect woman. And I’m sure as hell not perfect either. So, here’s the deal, Isabella. I’m going to kiss you.”
“What?” she squeaked out. She pushed against his chest briefly, then rested her palms over his beating heart. The move alone told him she wanted this as badly as he did. “We can’t.”
“We can. I haven’t forgotten that night. Ever. It was the best damn sex I ever had. Even then, I wanted more, but it wasn’t our time.”
“We can. I haven’t forgotten that night. Ever. It was the best damn sex I ever had. Even then, I wanted more, but it wasn’t our time.”
“Liam.” His name spilled from her lips in a sultry whisper, dissipating high above the stars.
“Don’t think. Don’t worry.” He lowered his head with deliberate slowness, wanting to savor every second. “Just kiss me.” His lips covered hers. The years melted away. Her soft mouth trembled, then opened beneath his. He swallowed her groan and slipped inside, drinking in the sweet sting of her flavor, reminding him again of bourbon laced with maple syrup. They learned each other all over again until the kiss caught fire, and she sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. A primitive growl rose from his throat and he rose to the demand. Twisting his fingers in her glorious hair, he pinned her open under the length of his thigh and ravaged her. His teeth nipped; he soothed with his tongue, claimed her as his. She gave it back, sinking into a wild thing who exploded in his arms, challenging him at every turn. They feasted on each other, with a touch of the savage, her fingernails digging into the muscles of his arms, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her body arched with a demand he intended to serve. He got lost, got found, and fell hard within that one perfect, soul-stirring kiss.
AUTHOR INFORMATION
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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