Kyle Reynolds has lost everything including his wife and daughter. With nothing left in his life except for his job, he sets his sights on the new mentorship position with single-minded determination. The only obstacle he faces is the sexy Dr. Erin Miller
“Can I cut in?”
She jerked her head in his direction and shot him a dirty look. Kyle’s pulse raced as he glanced over her body. She wore a short skirt and halter-top. Her clothes flattered all the right places on her. She’d finished the look off with some sexy heels.
The other man’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. Kyle couldn’t miss the surprised expression that appeared on her face. Or how he wanted to rip the man’s hands from her hips at that moment.
“I believe it’s her choice who she dances with.”
“Listen, you had your chance before I asked her,” Dave barked back.
“Hello, I’m right here and can speak for myself. I’m not some toy.”
The other guy walked off in a huff, spitting something about jealous boyfriends. Kyle pulled her close. She flattened her palms against his chest. The heat from her hands seared him, as if there wasn’t a shirt as a barrier between her touch and his bare flesh.
“I never said I wanted to dance with you.”
“The hell I will.” She took her hands off him and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Kyle placed her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. Like a switch, the arousal he’d seen in her eyes earlier flared to life. A sensual voice echoed around them as it blared from the speakers. She took a ragged breath before she moved with him.
She rolled her hips into him, and he pulled her closer, allowing no space between them.
His right hand trailed a slow path down her arm; goose bumps rose on her satiny skin. Kyle looked at Erin as his hand trailed down to her hips, her gaze on his mouth. He could tell what had happened earlier had affected her as much as it had him. He planned to kiss her before the night ended, but for now, he’d enjoy having her in his arms, keeping her wondering when it would happen.
She drew her focus to his eyes. “You’re arrogant.”
“Yes, and now we have that out of the way, let’s move on, because it’s not going to change.”He bent closer to her and inhaled the cinnamon-orange scent that was only her. “Je tu vous embrasserai, donc à fond que vous oublierez votre nom, votre sucre.”
“Stop, doing that! I haven’t a clue what you said.”
He moved closer to where only she could hear him. “I said I’m going to kiss you, so thoroughly you’ll forget your name, Sugar.” Kyle moved back and watched her cheeks flush pink as she contemplated what he’d said.
Katie Thomas has been living a secret life for four years to keep safe− that is. All of that is about to come to a crashing halt when her ex shows up again. She’s scared and not sure what to do, until she moves next door to fellow doctor, Chad Davis. He’s the last person she wants to live next door to, but one sizzling night together has her yearning for more. The only thing that stands in her way is what he wants in and outside of the bedroom. It’s a threat to everything she’d ever believed.
When her past comes back to haunt her, can she trust Chad enough or will it be too late?
Chad Davis has had a thing for her since he took on the job to protect her four years ago. The only thing is, she doesn’t know about her having protection. He’s determined to help bring her ex down for his own personal reasons and then to get on with his life−finally. Except one night of her in his bed and he’s not ready to give her up, even though she insists she’s not what he needs or wants.
Can he help her unlock her hidden desires and show her that this is more than a fling for him?
I won’t be able to do a blog post today due to kids’ Valentine Parties at school. So I’ve asked Kyle and Erin from my debut book Road to Recovery, to come and do the post for me. I’m still not sure this will be a good idea, as you never know what will come out of Kyle’s mouth, but Erin assured me that she’ll make sure he behaves. Stay tuned at the end of the post for a chocolate cake recipe that I make every year on Valentine’s Day.
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