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Annalee wants a no-strings fling. Eric's all about the strings.
Twelve years ago, when Eric Sorenson's date dumped him right before the
Senior Prom, his older sister’s best friend stepped in to save him from total
humiliation. He never forgot Annalee or what she did for him that night…or the
kiss they shared. He wants Annalee, and if he has his way, they'll take up
where they left off. And this time, he won't let go.
After a messy divorce, Annalee's not looking forward to her high school
reunion. She's shocked when Eric appears at her door ready to return the favor
and play escort. Gone is the inexperienced boy with a severe stutter—he's a
striking, confident man. The memory of the kiss they shared rekindles an
attraction that never died, and she's been on her own for a year. Isn't she
entitled to kick loose and have a let's-go-crazy night?
Excerpt:
“You should see the killer dress
I bought for tonight.”
“Can’t wait. By the way, did I
tell you my brother’s in town?” Dee changed the subject so quickly Annalee
almost got whiplash.
“No, you didn’t, but we ran
into each other earlier. When I was walking Bobo.” She didn’t mention that,
thanks to Bobo, she nearly ran into a tree as well.
“Oh, really?” Eric’s sister
drew out the last word—realllyyy.
Annalee rolled her eyes. “Yes,
and what’s that little tone of yours supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” Dee replied
airily. “I knew he went out this morning. I merely find it interesting that of
all the people he might encounter, he bumps into you. Very interesting.”
“Do you really, Inspector
Clouseau?”
“Yes, indeed. Given the fact
he’s had a major crush on you all these years—”
Annalee pulled at the collar of
the sweater that now felt too tight around her throat. “A crush?”
“A crush, the hots, whatever.
Now you’re free, and he’s free—”
“Wait a minute.” She gripped
the handset to keep it from sliding from her slippery palm. “I thought he was
seeing that girl, the brunette—”
“Katie? No, they’re no longer
an item. The stars have finally aligned for you. It’s…what’s the word…”
Annalee was speechless, her
thoughts a flurry.
“Oh yeah, serendipity.”
This call had to end. “Goodbye,
Delayna. I’ll see you tonight.” Annalee hung up before her friend could say
more.
Okay, what
just happened? Dee
was encouraging her to get with Eric?
A new image
flashed before her—she and Eric, naked. Smoothing her hands down his bare
chest, then trailing lower…
She shook her
head. Sexual deprivation was getting to her. How long had it been? Half a year since
the divorce and even longer if she counted the last year of her marriage, which
had been a war zone. A cold war of silence and contempt, which couldn’t even
generate enough heat for hate sex.
Not a moment
too soon, the coffee maker gurgled. Annalee filled a cup, but no longer needed a
hot drink to eliminate the chill.
She was on
fire.
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