BLURB:
Home Is Where the Heat Is, Book 2
As far as Chloe Garrison is concerned, Nick Westing was carved by
the gods. Her one and only plan while visiting her best friend in Texas: get
that sexy cowboy into her bed as often as possible until it’s time to return to
New York.
After a whirlwind week she slips away, thinking it best to make a
clean break. Except she can’t get Nick out of her head. And when he
unexpectedly walks into her office, her first instinct is to find her defenses
before she loses her panties.
Nick jumped at the chance to accompany his brother to New York for
a photo shoot, but now that he’s here, he’s pissed. Seems Chloe is doing
everything in her power to ignore him. The tender part of him understands her
need for space.
The wilder side of him teases and torments her until she finally
admits she’s missed him. Even though she walks away, in his book it’s a win.
Because one way or another, he’s going to convince her they belong together.
EXCERPT:
His
lopsided smile made Chloe’s stomach tighten with anticipation. “Well it’s too
late now. You chose to throw down the gauntlet, and now it’s just you and me,
cowboy. If you wanted to know how far I’d go, you should have just asked.”
The
intensity of his gaze, ripe with undisguised promise, told her they’d both be
winners tonight. Win or lose, Nick Westing would be a connoisseur in bed.
Losing might not be the worst thing that could happen. Being at his beck and
call—his servant—for the next twenty-four hours could prove ultra interesting.
“What’s
next?” Miya’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Whiskey?”
Chloe
groaned. The swap in drinks had been Shawn’s idea. Miya’s boyfriend was one of
Chloe’s favorite people in the world, but after his suggestion that they switch
to each other’s choice of drink every five minutes, she wasn’t sure she liked
him at all. The only concession to choking down Nick’s choice of whiskey was watching
him pucker up on her sweeter, mixed shots.
“Whiskey
it is,” she conceded.
The
muscles in her arms were beginning to tingle with exhaustion. She had to find a
way to throw Nick off balance—figuratively of course. If she gave him a shove,
she’d be disqualified. But there was one thing she’d learned about men. Cock
ruled. If she played her cards right, he’d be hers for a full day.
“Hey,
Nick?” She kept her voice at a whisper.
He
looked her way. “Yeah?”
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Candi Wall is probably the only person
whose real name is more epic than any pseudonym she could have come up with –
even as an author! She writes because the voices in her head have to come out
somehow. Animal rescue-ess, mother of four, and soccer mom by day, she spends
her free time writing – often on napkins at kids’ games because she never knows
when a juicy story will reveal its delicious self. She once wrote a sex scene
at a wrestling meet. Shhhhhh!
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