After narrowly surviving a
bus crash in high school with his best friends, science geek Knox Davis
resolved to become so successful that he could have anything and everything he
wants. Now he’s über-wealthy, a huge business success, and a notorious ladies’
man. Knox refuses to limit himself to one woman, but when his latest conquest—a
blond beauty from the Alaskan bush—challenges his superficial ways, Knox begins
to see the world through her eyes, and finds he likes what he sees.
A nurturer at heart, Madison Abbott wants to put down roots. She left Alaska to meet Mr. Right—and to track down Logan, the half-brother she’s never met. Instead, she finds Knox. Although the sexy-as-sin bachelor may not seem like marriage material, Madison’s starting to think that Knox is The One. But Knox refuses to settle down, especially once he learns that Madison is his best friend’s little sister. Now it’s up to her to convince Knox that she’s everything he really wants.
A nurturer at heart, Madison Abbott wants to put down roots. She left Alaska to meet Mr. Right—and to track down Logan, the half-brother she’s never met. Instead, she finds Knox. Although the sexy-as-sin bachelor may not seem like marriage material, Madison’s starting to think that Knox is The One. But Knox refuses to settle down, especially once he learns that Madison is his best friend’s little sister. Now it’s up to her to convince Knox that she’s everything he really wants.
Excerpt:
One second, Madison was seeing red, frustrated at
Knox’s obstinacy and refusal to even consider her points. The next, she was
seeing a whole different kind of red. The red of velvet wallpaper in bordellos,
of red satin sheets, of the pulsing color that painted the backs of your
eyelids when your heart pumped too hard. The red of passion.
Because she didn’t care that they’d been in the middle of an
argument. This thing happened when Knox touched her: suddenly nothing else
mattered. So when he grabbed her arms and took her mouth, that was it. Their
fight didn’t matter. The wind lifting the back of her skirt didn’t matter.
Madison had devoted her life to books. She knew the sweeping tales
of passion from the symbolically sexy Psalm 45 in the Bible through Shakespeare
and the Brontë sisters to D. H. Lawrence and the bodice rippers of the
seventies. Madison respected those tales as art. She also acknowledged them as
vastly overblown. Sex was fun. Satisfying. It couldn’t possibly reach the
heights portrayed in literature, though.
Or so she’d thought until being kissed by Knox Davies. The man was a
master. His lips firm, his tongue demanding as it swept inside on her first
surprised gasp. The gasp that turned into a moan. Because he was doing these
stroking motions with his tongue on top of hers that literally, literally made
her panties wet.
He smelled of some undoubtedly expensive cologne that made her think
of moss and woods after a summer rain. No, it made her think about rolling
around on damp moss with Knox naked on top of her.
Every time his tongue moved along the sensitive inside of her cheek,
or twining with the tip of her own tongue, little zaps of heat and electricity
sparked from her mouth outward. Outward to every single erogenous zone she had,
and some she hadn’t actually known about before today. Like pinpricks of bliss
in the center of her palms, her nipples, the soles of her feet, all jolting to
her core.
As close as they were, it wasn’t close enough. Madison hooked her
left leg around his ankle. That brought their lower bodies together the same as
the top half. So close that his massive erection throbbed against her belly.
She let out a moan. That got him to let go of her arms and clamp on tight to
her ass. Such big hands. Such a strong, rhythmic kneading of her muscles while
the tips of his fingers settled along the lace between her thighs.
Now Madison could grab on tight. She thrust her hands through that
short, spiked-up brown hair. Tugged just hard enough to be sure he knew that
she could give as good as she got from him. When she moaned, he wrenched his
mouth down to nibble at the edge of her jaw.
Madison flexed her fingers. Pushed him down to her neck as she
arched and offered it to him. The man latched on with vampiric interest. And
God, Madison had never craved a hickey before the way she did now. Not just
want—need. She needed him to suck harder, to lick faster, to burn
up right along with her. To lose his slick control the same way every swipe of
his tongue demolished hers.
Pulling back to look her in the eyes, he stated, “You really pissed
me off.”
“Ditto.”
