Publication Date: September 12, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Lovestruck, Contemporary Romance
Who knew a sweaty photo would be good for business?
Now unwanted booty calls are coming in as fast as work orders, and Liam Chase needs to get away. Cue a job upstate. His new client is hot as hell, but he left NYC to escape attention, not to hook up with the city’s “Runaway Bride”.
With three disastrous relationships under her belt, it’s clear Claire Stevens’s judgment sucks. And what’s she’s feeling for America’s newest sex god? Obviously another hormone-fueled mistake.
But when she accidentally fells a tree on his truck, leaving them stranded in a winter storm with a chocolate-snatching raccoon, there’s something to be said for body heat.
Too bad neither can trust their explosive chemistry…
Each book in the Chase Brothers series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Claire blew Liam away for who she really was, and he wished like hell he knew a way to say that that wouldn’t come across as an insult.
“I don’t trust myself to tell you what I’m feeling,” she said. More than what she’d laid out for him in the truck? Yeah, that was better left unexamined.
“You’re not going after the chainsaw, are you?” He really didn’t want to know, because she was coming at him with purpose. She put her fingertips on his chest and pushed him backward until he landed on the sofa. She must have uncovered and cleaned it, because the drop cloth was gone, and the leather shone. What she apparently didn’t know, however, was that he’d stolen the fluffy stuff from inside one of the cushions for the fire, so when he hit, he went down all the way. Hard.
She laughed—which was the best possible reaction to his pilfering of her sofa innards—and crawled on top of him, straddled him on her knees, and kissed him. And she meant business. Her hands drove through his hair, holding him, keeping him close, as if she needed to hold on to keep him there. Not fucking likely.
He didn’t waste any time sliding his hands under her shirt, lifting the fabric until she finally took the hint and let him drag it over her head. Then she turned her full attention back to his mouth, her sweet little tongue tangled with his. It was a fucking injustice that all her bare skin was wasted on his shirt, so he lost that, too, then dove right back in, earlier trepidation forgotten.
The fire hadn’t been touched in the short time since they’d returned, and the embers did little to heat the place. The cavernous room was cold enough to elicit chills from her that he doubted had anything to do with his kisses, but he resisted the urge to close his mouth on her tightly beaded breasts. Instead, he explored with his hands. She arched against him, whimpering against his lips when he skated his palms along her sides, making her shudder. Loving the way she squirmed against him, he pinched her nipples, both of them, both through her bra, both hard. She gasped and slammed against him, dislodging his grip.
As much as he liked her on top of him, he was done waiting. All the damned thinking he’d done, trying to figure this thing out, trying just as hard to shove it aside because in two days it wouldn’t be a thing anymore, flew like the force of an avalanche hit it. Thinking was overrated.
Having good girl Claire Stevens come onto him was more of a turn on than it should have been, all things considered, but he was tired of considerations.
She wanted him, and he wanted her, and that was enough.
About the Author
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids, but nevertheless, you’ll find her writing sexy contemporary romance for Entangled Publishing until they throw her out.