BLURB:
Emergency room nurse, Roxanne Carter is a
loser-magnet wishing she could enjoy her single life. Commiserating with
girlfriends over butterscotch martinis creates the idea of The Dating
Manifesto--a not so scientific research project which promises to point the way
to dating success. While gathering data to find the most suitable single men
available, she wades through a series of unsavory, stale dates, which literally
places her back at ground zero. Just when she is ready to give up, sin
personified in the form of sexy firefighter Jett Avery, arrives tainting all of
her previous data.
A traumatic warehouse fire, in which firefighter Jett Avery's closest friend
dies, has him suffering from Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. Attempting to stave
off the worst of his depression, he decides to use his brand of therapy...Sex.
The remedy has lost luster until he encounters ER nurse Roxanne Carter.
The pursuit of Roxanne by Jett's twin brother, Doctor Cruz Avery, complicates
her research and interferes with Jett's therapy. Does Roxanne choose the
brother who by analysis is the perfect match? Or the broken, dark and
irresistible one?
EXCERPT:
She held up
her hands, palms facing toward him. “Stop. This is a hospital. Not some stupid
television show where the medical staff is always making out in a closet. I
work here. Don’t even think about it!”
Jett closed
the distance between them until her hands pressed against his chest, searing
their imprint through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. He grasped her fingers
and lifted them to his mouth, licking the sensitive tips with his tongue one by
one. Heat filled her eyes and she trembled.
“You feel
the pull, too. Don’t you?” he asked, dropping her hand.
Jett slid
his hands to her waist, and molded her against his erection. A perfect fit. Her
sharp intake of breath as she shook her head told him all he needed to know. He
smiled. Satisfaction filled him.
“Liar. Shake
your head in denial all you want, but I can see the reflection mirrored in your
eyes, and feel the powerful draw when I touch you,” he said in a husky tone. He
rubbed his stiff cock against her stomach. The intensity of his desire
eliminated all reason.
Jett buried
his face in her neck and breathed in her sweetness. “Hmm. Today you smell like
chocolate.” His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear as his hands
stroked her bare arms. “But you taste like honey.”
Her knees
bent and he placed his leg between hers to support her. On the brink of total
insanity, he continued his light exploration. His hand skimmed her torso, and
skirted the side of her breast. With slow, deliberate care, he let his
fingertips graze her collarbone on the way to grasp the back of her neck.
Another tremor rippled through her.
God, she
felt so damn good.
She tilted
her chin and her head rested in his open palm. “Jett,” her sultry voice caused
his penis to throb. “This is not a good idea. Anyone could come in here and….”
He pushed
his thigh against her crotch. She inhaled sharply, desire deepening the blue of
her eyes. “You were saying?”
Her brow
furrowed. “And…”
“Intoxicating
being a little naughty, isn’t it?” he rasped. He gently tugged her face closer
to his. “Hmm. I believe you mentioned the other night that your most recent
sexual exploits have been lacking. Let’s add something of interest for your
science venture.”
Available now at Evernight Publishing at this link: Dating 911
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