Phoebe is beautiful, blissfully married, and the owner of the most successful professional football team in America. If only the overpaid, Ferrari-driving, poodle hating jock were as shallow as she wants him to be, she could get on with her almost-perfect life.
Surrounded by paint box cottages and a charming old Bed and Breakfast, she and Kevin battle their attraction while trying to cope with an aging, sex pot actress, a cranky, world-famous artist, and a pair of teenage newlyweds.
Her unique brand of characters and humor are in a category all their own. Humor, poignancy, creative plotting, wonderful characters, and superb sexual tension make this book an all-around winner. If you see a Google Drive link instead of source url, means that the file witch you will get after approval is just a summary of original book or the file has been already removed. Loved each and every part of this book.
I will definitely recommend this book to romance, romance lovers. Your Rating:. Your Comment:. Read Online Download. Her life was perfect. More than perfect, now that Kevin Tucker was gone. Disgusted with her moodiness, she shoved her feet into the pink slippers the twins had given her for her birthday and padded down to the kitchen, the bunny heads on the toes waggling.
A quick breakfast, then she'd get to work. She'd arrived too late last night to pick up groceries, so she pulled a box of Dan's Pop-Tarts from the cupboard. Just as she was slipping one into the toaster, Roo began to bark. The back door opened, and Kevin came in, his arms loaded with plastic grocery bags. Her idiotic heart skipped a beat. Her instinctive burst of pleasure gave way to annoyance.
You're leaving, remember? Vous partez. Exactly what she should do, but she didn't like his attitude, so she let her inner bitch take over. As an athlete, you won't understand this, but I need peace and quiet because I actually have to think when I work. She could see that he wanted to toss her out but couldn't do it because she was his boss's sister. He took his time filling his glass, then settled his hips against the counter. We'll share. She started to tell him to forget it, that she'd leave after all, when something stopped her.
Maybe sharing wasn't as crazy as it sounded. The quickest way to get over her fixation would be to see the Slytherin beneath the real man. It had never been Kevin as a human being who attracted her because she had no idea who he really was. Instead, it was the illusion of Kevin—gorgeous body, sexy eyes, valiant leader of men.
She watched him drain the glass of milk. One belch. That's all it would take. Nothing disgusted her more than a man who belched… or scratched his crotch… or had gross table manners. Or what about the losers who tried to impress women by pulling out a fat roll of bills held together with one of those garish money clips? Maybe he wore a gold chain. Molly shuddered. That would do it for sure. Or was a gun nut. Or said, " You duh man. Yes, indeed, there were a million pitfalls awaiting Mr.
Kevin I'm-too-sexy-for-my-Astroturf-green-eyes Tucker. One belch… one crotch scratch… even the slightest glimmer of gold around that gorgeous neck…. She narrowed her eyes and told herself that as long as he kept calling her Daphne, she was halfway home. She found her laptop computer and carried it up to the loft, where she set it on the desk, along with her sketch pad.
It was definitely the wrong time to work on an article about any kind of sex, even the teenage variety. She heard the sound of game film being played below and realized Kevin had brought video with him so he could do his homework. She wondered if he ever cracked a book or went to an art film or did anything that wasn't connected with football. Time to get her mind back on her work. She propped one foot on Roo and gazed out the window at the angry white-caps rolling over the gray, forbidding waters of Lake Michigan.
Maybe Daphne should return to her cottage late at night only to find everything dark. And when she walked inside, Benny could jump out and—. Okay… She flipped open her sketch pad.
Daphne could decide to put on a Halloween mask and scare—No, she'd already done that in Daphne Plants a Pumpkin Patch.
Definitely time to phone a friend.
0コメント