Release day is here (or it will be in 6 hours)! I can't wait for all of you to meet Logan, my semi-tortured and totally sexy hero.
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Logan Marsh never stays in one place for long. Through his family’s foundation, Logan spends his days traveling to the world’s most dangerous places to deliver disaster relief, which really puts a damper on his sex life—until he reconnects with his high-school crush. Stranded together in the Caribbean, they enjoy a steamy fling that awakens feelings Logan has ignored for too long. But family drama calls him away from her sweet embrace . . . or so he thinks.
Brooke Gallagher loved being a home economics teacher and cheerleading coach. Then an unexpected tragedy forced her to take some time off. Now she’s back in D.C. and despite the intensity of her tropical encounter with Logan, she’s shocked to bump into him again. Logan’s dealing with his own issues (including a newly discovered half-sister) and he’s itching to get back on the road. More than anything, Brooke wants to be there for him. But first, he has to decide if love is enough to keep him in one place.
Sneek peek excerpt:
“We agreed, back on the island, to have a one-time fling. Because
that’s all I’m good for. And now, yeah, I’m pretty sure we are in a
relationship. Which I don’t know how to do. Which I didn’t want, because I
don’t want to hurt you. And despite all that, I can’t stay away from you. Can’t
stop thinking about you. Can’t stop craving you. Can’t stop wanting to share
things with you. I can’t stop falling deeper and deeper for you. I don’t
understand it, I don’t know how to deal with it. But I can not resist
you.”
“Ditto,” she said, the word more breath than sound.
Without saying anything more, Logan’s lips landed on her neck. They
seared a line from her collarbone, up to her ear, and once his hand shoved
aside her hair, across her ultra-sensitive nape. A full-body chill made her
jump.
Logan clearly took that as a sign to proceed. His hips surged
forward, trapping her against the window. Not that there was anywhere else on
earth that Brooke would rather be. The hard proof of his instantaneous arousal
jerked against the small of her back.
His words had more than soothed her ruffled feathers. They’d wrapped
around her heart like a velvet hug. They’d unlocked all of the feelings Brooke
had been tamping down, out of fear that they wouldn’t be reciprocated. The
future didn’t matter. Not right now, anyway. What mattered was that they cared
for each other. A lot.
So Brooke abandoned herself to the intoxicating rush of sensation
everywhere Logan’s body touched hers. Which was, indeed, everywhere.
The towel covered little of him. And she didn’t want it to cover any of him
anymore. So she yanked at its edge. Hard. Felt a rush of satisfaction when it
swooshed to a puddle on the dark floor.
Logan chuckled, dark and dirty, right in her ear. “That’s how this
is gonna go? You’re gonna try to rush me? Rush my thorough and proven mad
lovemaking skills?”
“I don’t need skills.” Brooke reached around to grab his fine—and
finally bare—ass. “I don’t need to be seduced again.” Then she dug her
fingernails in just enough to make sure he got her urgency. “I just need you.”
“Sweetheart, it’s impossible for me to do this without seducing you
all over again, every damn time. But there’s more than one way to do it.” Logan
bit down on the curve of her neck. At the same time, he thrust one hand up the
loose edge of her lemon-colored handkerchief top to cup her breast. His other
hand wedged under her waistband to cup her. To cup her so intimately that a
deep shudder ran through Brooke’s body.
God, she was more than halfway there, and she was the
one still wearing clothes.
He squeezed, alternating hands, in a rhythm that had Brooke swaying
and grinding against him in almost a dance. The whole time his lips kept
sucking at the sensitive flesh along her nape. Brooke wanted to feel all of
Logan’s skin that she’d just bared. But it didn’t seem the best use of her
hands right at the moment. Instead, she slammed her palms against the glass to
give her leverage to press into his touch. And hooked her ankle around his calf
to connect them at yet another juncture. Just that tiny bit of rough hair
against her skin upped Brooke’s arousal.
Everyone she’d slept with prior to Logan had been the same type:
polished, urbane, a little too slick and/or earnest. Guys who need the frame of
a suit hanging off of them to give them the proper manly shape and swagger.
Logan needed nothing. He was rugged. Muscled. Masculine to the nth degree. So
darned sexy that, yes, his calf hair turned her on. Which she’d never known to
be a thing until this very moment.
Logan abruptly let go. Before she could complain, he undid the knot
holding her top at her neck. It slid to the floor a second ahead of the skirt
he thumbed over her hips. Then he banded an arm across Brooke’s stomach and
lifted her off her feet. The move pushed a gasp of surprise from between her
lips. He carried her from the window back over to the couch as she took
advantage of the position to press a line of kisses along his jaw.
He spun her in mid-air so that she landed on her back. Logan moved
the deep orange pillow against the high arm, and then pulled, hands beneath her
knees, until her butt rested on it, leaving her spread wide for his hungry
stare.
“You want me? You’ve got me, Brooke. I didn’t expect it, and I sure
don’t know what to do about it. But you’ve got me now. So take me.”
