I fell head over heart for Tap. Even more so for his quirky girl Wren. They are spectacular together and what a journey to get there. Tap is the money man for a brewery who is partners with Wren's brother who has called hands off on his sister. That is only one challenge in their relationship. They also life miles apart with businesses they can't abandon. So they try the long distance thing for awhile. Now these weekends are scorching hot, but the goodbyes nearly break them every time. There's also the fact that Tap doesn't want the marriage and kids package when that is Wren's dream. I wanted to give Tap a shake or two, but he suffered all on his own. I wanted them together and so loved their story. I can't wait to read more.
I give Tap 5 hearts!
I give Tap 5 hearts!
About the Book
A faceless name. That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But then the unplanned happened.
We met. And all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I longed for so much more.
Lawrence Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.
I yearn for her skin against mine.
I crave her smell on my body.
I want to make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.
And she does for a brief moment in time.
But Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because there’s no one on earth I want more than her.
An epic love.
A miserable ending.
Unless it’s not.
I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and give it a tug. “I think you’re overdressed.”
“I know how to fix that.”
He crosses his arms and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I stand in awe, taking in his male beauty. Broad shoulders. Pecs filled with muscle. A deep V at his waist, pointing right to his dick. That shit is awesome. Any woman who says it isn’t is a damn liar.
He has ink. A lot. I will take my time exploring that a little later. Maybe even outline it with the tip of my tongue.
My hands splay over the mounds of muscle covering the top of his chest. I suck a nipple into my mouth and give it a tug with my teeth. Women pay too little attention to men’s nipples. But not me. I love them.
Brou’s hands lace through my hair at the nape. “I have a confession.”
I look up but don’t release his nipple. “Mmm hmm?”
“When I turned around and saw you yesterday, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And then you told me you were Stout’s sister. I was crushed because I knew that meant you were out of my reach.”
I release his nipple and straighten so we’re face to face. Sort of. He is quite a bit taller than me.
I snake my arms around his shoulders. “I think I’m very much within your reach. I’m yours until the morning so make it count.”
He slides his hands down my sides into the waist of my maxi skirt and panties. “We may not sleep at all tonight.”
“I’m all in.” Even if it means I won’t be worth shit driving home tomorrow. Every orgasm he gives me will make it worth it.
His mouth possesses mine as he pushes my bottoms down. I step out when both pieces drop to my feet and reach for the button of his jeans.
Brou ignores his phone vibrating on the nightstand. “You need to get that?”
“No fucking way. I’ve waited all day for this.”
A full minute doesn’t pass before the phone dances again. “You sure?”
The phone rings a third time within two minutes. “They’re persistent.”
“They’re dead if they don’t leave us alone.”
About the Author
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.
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