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Blurb:
Lea
Gablonski has two dreams: To work at a museum in NYC, and to gain
other-than-sisterly attention from her best friend’s brother. So far, she’s 0
for 0. Though her MA in History is just a wall decoration at her family’s diner
where she’s working while her dad recovers from surgery, she enjoys her visual
encounters with the sexiest man alive—even though he would sooner pat her on the head
than take her to bed.
Military born and bred, Battalion Supply Sergeant Benjamin Wyne thrives on
order and control in his fulltime career in the PA National Guard, and in his
personal life. But when he’s forced to ask his childhood sweetheart’s younger
sister to pose as his girlfriend to thwart unwanted advances from his boss’
wife, his world turns chaotic. Lea is sweet and hot and tastes so damn good
he’s addicted. When the attraction takes on a new level at his sister’s
wedding, his carefully guarded heart begins to thaw.
But he’s
seen many relationships go south. If he takes a chance and gives up control,
will Lea be like her sister and leave him for a career in the big city? Yet, if
he doesn’t, will the best damn thing to ever enter his life become history?
Excerpt:
“Thanks for helping me, Lea. I appreciate you giving
up your weekend for me.”
She shrugged, trying to play it off as if it was no
big deal. “Like I told you the other day, I had the time off, so it’s all
good.”
He nodded, and she tried not to take offense at the
relief washing through his features. “Good, because I don’t want you to get the
wrong idea. I just need you to pretend to be my girlfriend when the others are
around.”
“Especially Mrs. Dankirk.”
“Exactly. …” He paused, his gaze transferring to
something out the window behind her.
Was it bad to wish it was the woman?
A second later, she wondered if the colonel’s wife was
outside because when Ben’s attention returned to her again, his gaze was hot
and interested and…consuming.
Her heart tried to burst from her chest. Then he
shifted closer, sexy smile on his face trapping the breath in her lungs. She
couldn’t blink. Forgot how to breathe. Just sat there watching the sexiest man
alive lift a hand to cup her face.
Breathe, idiot!
The last thing she needed was to faint. Not when she was about to get the kiss
she’d dreamt about since puberty.
God, she
hoped she was about to get the kiss she’d dreamt about since puberty…
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