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Synopsis:
It was supposed to be easy... Just a quick trip to the wine country to help her good friend, Peter.
She never expected to meet his bad boy brother...
Muscled, tattooed, and riding a Harley, Jace has Cassie’s heart racing and blood boiling. Struggling to keep her desire on a tight leash, she must do everything she can to keep Peter’s secret. But resisting that dimpled smile is harder than she could’ve ever imagined…
Excerpt:
Wine, wine. Should she buy wine? They were in wine country, after all. And the house certainly had wine, but you could never have too much. Plus, it was classier than beer. But what if the family didn’t drink? Although redneck definitely meant beer.
“But aren’t rednecks keen on a certain type of beer?” she mumbled, still scanning the huge array of wines in front of her. She hadn’t even bothered to tear her eyes away to glance at the plethora of beer to her back.
“Excuse me?” a deep voice rumbled next to her.
Startled, she glanced up with an easy smile, used to people catching her talking to herself. She met beautiful, light brown eyes with a burst of gold at their center, staring at her with intense focus. High cheekbones and lush, shapely lips set off a defined jaw.
The bottom dropped out of her stomach and red bled into her face, the usual reaction to meeting an outstandingly gorgeous man for the first time.
“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry.” A giggle escaped. “I was just deciding if I should get a bottle of wine or a case of beer. Or both?”
She shrugged, her smile growing broader as she tried to stop her eyes from roaming lower, finding two hugely broad shoulders. His burly chest and muscular legs said he was a man of strength and power.
Another giggle bubbled up—her stupid nervous reaction to clear the rampant butterflies raging through her stomach. His concentrated, beautiful stare wouldn’t release her, though, prompting a sheen of sweat to cover her forehead.
Another giggle tore loose.
I sound like a schoolgirl. Good God, Cassie, get a grip!
She cleared her throat again, her stomach feeling like it was on a roller coaster with his big body so close and his ridiculously handsome face pointed her way.
How many throat clears were too many? Because she really wanted to do it again to stave off the nervous giggles threatening to turn into manic, evil laughter.
“I’m sorry. I’m not usually this stupid.”
She shook her head to clear it and ripped her eyes away from that fabulous chest and back to the rack of wine in front of her.
“Can I help?” he asked, putting two large hands in the pockets of jeans.
Her gaze slipped sideways, unable to help herself. A sleeve of tattoos covered his heavily muscled left arm. His white tee-shirt, stretched over those shoulders and strained with his pecs and broad back fell loose around his waist, hinting at a thin waist to compliment trim hips.
His right arm, so close to her, flexed marginally, a thick cord of muscle dancing.
“Ha ha ha!” She couldn’t help herself. Butterflies were running amok.
A quizzical expression slid over his handsome face, one eyebrow raising above the other, politely