Series: So Far, So Good #3
Publication date: November 10th, 2020
Synopsis:
An Infuriating Irresistible Love Story
Michelle Anders is done with love. Done with the involuntary heart palpitations and suffocating in breathless moments. Done crying over a man who doesn't deserve her. She is determined to become a strong, independent woman, starting with focusing on what really matters. Herself.
The solitary week of relaxation she planned at a friend's remote lake house turns unbearable when the man who broke her heart stumbles in on her. While she's stark naked in the bathtub. With his pants around his ankles.
Drew Wright may be the NFL's newest darling, but to Michelle the jock is nothing but a loud-mouthed, crass, country-boy brute. He doesn't deserve a second of her time... but the things he can do to her body are irresistible.
When mother nature conspires to keep them locked up together, Michelle needs to figure out where lust ends and love begins.
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Excerpt
"Put me the hell down!" I shriek, pounding on his firm back with that perfect ass staring back at me. I resist the urge to sink my teeth into it.
"You got it, princess," he tells me with a slap to my bare thighs.
He stomps over to the fireplace and starts to set me down on the fluffy rug. Indignant, I squirm and slip out of his hands. All the blood has rushed to my head and I'm not steady on my feet. He moves to catch me, but loses his balance in the process. I grab for him as I topple over, somehow managing to take him with me. We collapse in a heap on the rug, his body on top of mine, pressing into me and making me tremble.
"Get off me, you brute." My voice is ice cold despite the fire surging through my body and the heat pooling between my thighs. I pound my tiny fists on his broad shoulders with zero effect.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I shove down the desire to wrap my legs around his hips and pull him into me. Instead, I twist and wriggle, anything to try to escape the titillating weight of his hard body on mine.
"As soon as you calm the fuck down, I will," he coos in my ear.
"You're disgusting," I snip.
He has the nerve to laugh. "Disgusting, huh? Is that why you couldn't take your eyes off me?" His hot breath tickles the delicate skin on my neck. He smells like cedar, expensive whiskey and sweat. "We both know you're a little liar. Careful, princess. Where I come from, liars get punished." He nips at my exposed collarbone and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip to hold back a moan.
"I hate you." I struggle under him, desperate for space. For air. For my sanity.
He shifts his weight and settles between my thighs. His boxers barely restrain his hard length. He presses into me and my eyes roll back in my head. "Hate me or not, you still want to fuck me."
"Screw you," is all I can think to say, my mind drowning in wine and desire.
He chuckles. "Like I said..."
I stare up at him, meeting his challenge. I'm desperate not to give away how badly I want him inside me.
"Tell me I'm wrong," he taunts. He grinds against me, the sensation driving me to the edge of madness.
About the Author:
Amelia Kingston is many things, the most interesting of which are probably California girl, writer, traveler, and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order.
She's been blessed with a patient husband who's embraced her nomad ways and traveled with her to over 30 countries across 5 continents (I'm coming for you next, Antarctica!). She's also been cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is 5 minutes late.
She writes about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can't help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it's always worth chasing.
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