From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes a captivating story of love, second chances and new beginnings...
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He stilled a beat and then set the carrier down again and
leaned in close to her. With one hand on the headrest at the back of her head
and the other on the seat at her opposite hip, he caged her in, his face an
inch from hers.
Smiling.
The
ass. He was temptation personified and he knew it. And also, he smelled good.
She had no idea how he’d managed to work all day long doing what he did and
still smell amazing, but he did. She closed her eyes, making herself sit still
instead of doing as she wanted—which would’ve been smushing her face into the
crook of his neck and inhaling him like she was a third grader with a bottle of
glue.
“You
want to come upstairs, Willa?” he asked, voice pure sex.
What
she wanted was to put her hands back on his chest now that she knew it was as
hard as it looked. Instead she gripped either side of her seat with white
knuckles. “Of course not.”
“I
think you do. I think you want something else too.”
“What I
want,” she said as coolly as she could, “is dinner as promised.”
“Liar,”
he chided softly.
“Well
that’s just rude, calling your date a liar.”
“So it is a date.” His tone was very male and
very smug. It should’ve pissed her off but instead it did something hot and
erotic to her insides.
Clearly
knowing it, he smiled at her and then dragged his teeth over his lower lip as
he contemplated her.
Gah.
She wanted to do that. And she wanted to do more too. She wanted him shockingly
badly and suddenly she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t. She tried to access
her though processes on the subject but her brain hiccupped and froze. Which
surely was the only reason she let go of the death grip on her seat, slid her
fingers into his hair, and…brushed her mouth over his.
He
didn’t move, not a single muscle, but when she pulled back, his eyes had gone
dark as night, piercing her with their intensity.
“Don’t
read that the wrong way,” she whispered.
“Is
there a wrong way to take it when a beautiful woman kisses you?”
If she has her way…
Willa Davis is wrangling puppies when Keane Winters stalks into her pet shop with frustration in his chocolate-brown eyes and a pink bedazzled cat carrier in his hand. He needs a kitty sitter, stat. But the last thing Willa needs is to rescue a guy who doesn’t even remember her…
…He’ll get nothing but coal in his stocking.
Saddled with his great-aunt’s Feline from Hell, Keane is desperate to leave her in someone else’s capable hands. But in spite of the fact that he’s sure he’s never seen the drop-dead gorgeous pet shop owner before, she seems to be mad at him…
Unless he tempers “naughty” with a special kind of nice…
Willa can’t deny that Keane’s changed since high school: he’s less arrogant, for one thing—but he doesn’t even remember her. How can she trust him not to break her heart again? It’s time to throw a coin in the fountain, make a Christmas wish–and let the mistletoe do its work…
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What do you get when you take two commitment phoebes and have them date?
You get humor and a lot of heartache. Willa is a product of the foster
system, and so she takes in all sorts of strays. She expects everyone
will eventually leave her and she expects things with Keane to be no
different. Keane is a hung of a guy, who wasn't wanted at home and has
some scars as a result. The interactions between the two are filled with
humor and when Petunia is thrown in the mix, you can't help but smile.
Shalvis writes with heart and humor, and this book has both in spades.
The secondary characters really add to the story and this story just
makes me want more. I give it a solid 4.5 stars and look forward to the
next story in this series.
Thank you so much! ~Jessica, InkSlinger PR
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