Everyone thinks Dax Marshall is a prince of a guy. And he's definitely charming.
But Jane has enough going on without adding a torrid fling with the boss to her life. Between her father's illness, her wicked-ish stepmother, her little sister's teenage drama, and the co-workers who depend on her---she can't handle another mess.
No matter how tempting and gorgeous the mess may be. Or how messy he wants to get with her.
Dax has spent his life being very serious about only one thing: proving you can be successful while still having a helluva good time. But he's just met the one woman who might break his I-can-charm-anyone streak. She's actually taking him seriously...and she seriously thinks they have nothing in common and can't be together.
Maybe he's the one who needs a new view of happily ever after. It's time to stop forking around.
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Excerpt:He was the new strawberry pie in her life. She’d had one taste of Zoe’s strawberry pie and that had been it. Nothing else would ever measure up. She would never not crave it. She would never pass up a chance to have it on her tongue. Yeah, Dax Marshall was that. And then some. He pulled back, breathing hard, staring down at her. She quickly put her hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk. Talking is the wrong choice right now.” She was going to have to deal with the boss thing soon enough. And the millionaire thing. And the he-doesn’t-live-here-and-isn’t-staying thing. And all the other crap she always had to deal with that made this impossible. But for another minute—or maybe ten—she didn’t want to think about any of that. And if he talked, that would be very difficult. He pulled in a breath, gave her a short nod that she interpreted as okay, no talking and she moved her hand. Which was the right choice, because he leaned in as he slid his hand up the side of her body, skimming over her hip, waist, the side of her breast, up and into her hair. Then he cupped the back of her head and lowered his mouth to hers again. This time he kissed her. And seriously, she’d give up strawberry pie for this. They made out like that for long, delicious minutes. When he finally took his mouth from hers, it was to slide it along her jawline, his beard causing goose bumps to trip down her arms and tighten her nipples. In her ear he said gruffly, “I have to talk now.” She laughed lightly. “I didn’t think it would last for even this long, really.” “Well, I do love using my mouth this way too.” He dragged his lips along the side of her neck. Her nipples got even tighter, begging for him to drag those lips down there. “But I can’t resist saying—” He lifted his head. “You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” She grinned. “Well… same.” A very sexy kind of surprised but superhot look crossed his face. “What about pie?” She sighed. “Pie is amazing.” “But the kissing…” he prompted. She knew she shouldn’t tell him the truth. The guy’s ego didn’t quit. Already. But she found herself nodding. “I was really hoping you’d be bad at it. Like terrible. Like no-worry-of-dirty-dreams bad,” she said. He arched an eyebrow. “And?” She sighed. “It was really good.” “Dirty-dreams-tonight good?” His voice was rumbly and low. She nodded. “Unfortunately.” He looked very pleased by her answer. His mouth curled up. “Maybe we should combine the kissing and the pie.” Her eyes widened before she could stop it. That would be… holy crap she would never recover. “I can’t even imagine that, honestly. I might die.”
About Erin Nicholas
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.
Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).
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