Some Sort of Love
{Happy Crazy Love #3}
by
Melanie Harlow
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He’s everything.
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Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Design: Jenn Watson, Social Butterfly PR
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Cover Model:
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Release Date: February 9, 2016
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On
the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon
metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste
in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it
with.
Until
the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile,
let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.
Levi
Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with
broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s
massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)
But
he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I
deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of
himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.
But
he's wrong.
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“So.” I glanced out
the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”
“Not really,” she
said.
“You want to get
out of here?”
She grinned. “Yeah.
I do.”
I watched her rush
up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I
adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah,
I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck?
rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked
and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet
eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I
expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was
a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and
sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably
needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a
five-minute fuck.
A woman like that
deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her
slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who
would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be
touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her
in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck
and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she
begged for mercy.
Fuck. I
could be that guy.
Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I
wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who
didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and
attention on her the way I wanted to.
As soon as I had
the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be,
and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do
because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask
to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who
would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t
prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a
better man.
Running a hand
through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck
on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I
wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night,
tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off.
But she was so beautiful.
And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long.
“Fuck,” I muttered,
checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort
of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three
states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand,
drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains
out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose
control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to
her?
My phone buzzed in
my pocket.
“Hello?”
“He’s up again.”
Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening
of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was
upset.
“Shit. OK, I’m on
my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.”
“OK.”
“Tell him he can
play on his iPad.”
“That’ll just rile
him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.”
I clenched my fist.
“Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.”
As I ended the
call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the
stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my
chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said,
her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set
down the suitcase. “What’s up?”
Sighing, I put my
phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”
“Oh.” She tried to
hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“I’m really sorry.
I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“That’s OK. I
understand.”
“Can I call you?”
“Of course.” She
smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.
If you kiss
her, it will be that much harder to leave.
I knew it was the
truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I
moved even closer and took her head in my hands.
The curve of her
smile deepened. “What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking about
kissing you.”
“Stop thinking.”
I lowered my lips
to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and
sweet, just a goodnight.
But I couldn’t
break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed
the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue
between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.
You have to
go, you have to go, you have to go.
But her hands were
moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I
could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the
taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her
body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh
again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like
this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up
at me with those big blue eyes…
Groaning, I forced
myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish
I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of
things.”
“I know.” She
played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not
straightening it.”
“What a coincidence,
that’s one of my wishes too.”
She laughed and
kissed me quickly. “Another time, maybe. You better go.”
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Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Social Butterfly PR
Cover Photo: Love N. Books
Release Date: November 17, 2015
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~ Synopsis ~
When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she’s ever wanted—the dream job running her own business, the dream boyfriend about to propose, the bank loan to buy her dream house, complete with dream picket fence. Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?
Then Miles Haas comes back to town.
But he’s no stranger—they’ve been good friends since high school. Plus, he’s only around for the summer, he’s still a shameless playboy, and he makes a living writing articles for a men’s magazine with titles like “Should You Bang the Boss’s Daughter? A Flowchart” and “Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.”
He’s not the man of her dreams, and she’s not about to abandon everything she’s worked so hard for just to run away with him…or is she?
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