From New York Times Bestselling author Kristen Proby, comes a steamy and passionate friends-to-lovers romance—EASY NIGHTS! The sixth standalone title in the Boudreaux Series, Savannah and Ben’s highly anticipated story is now available on all retailers! Grab your copy today!
About EASY NIGHTS (Boudreaux Series #6):
The Boudreaux Series—Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.
No one said change was easy…
Savannah Boudreaux knows what it is to hurt. To bleed. To be afraid that the man she’s promised to be true to until “death do us part” might in fact separate them far sooner than anyone had ever anticipated. But Van also knows what it is to survive. To move on. To live life to the fullest. With five brothers and sisters and a loving mother as her constant source of strength during the pain and the healing, Van realizes there is little else she needs.
But some things never change…
Benjamin Preston sat on the sidelines of the Boudreaux family for years, in love with a woman he couldn’t have. As the best friend of the Boudreaux brothers since childhood, Ben has seen both tragedies and joys in the family. And as a former MMA fighter and KravMaga expert, Ben’s used to fighting for what he wants—and winning. His hands were tied when Savannah married her high school sweetheart not long after graduation, but now two years have passed since Ben found Savannah broken in her own home.
Sometimes what you need most has been right in front of you the whole time…
Van’s convinced that happiness isn’t in the cards for her, no matter how right it feels to be in Ben’s strong arms—and his bed. Ben is determined to win her heart and fight for her trust. He’s promised to protect her, to be her friend. But more than anything, he wants to finally make her his, and this is one fight he’s not willing to lose.
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Excerpt:
We turn a corner and there it is, my favorite tree. It’s at
least four hundred years old, with branches so big and heavy that they rest on
the ground.
And under it is a portable swing with a red blanket spread
in front of it.
“Oh, my.”
He smiles down at me and leads me to the swing. I sit and
kick my flip flops off, and Ben sets the basket in the middle of the blanket
and joins me on the swing.
“This is lovely.”
“It’s a good day for it,” he says and rests his arm on the
back of the swing, behind my shoulders. His fingertips brush the bare skin on
my shoulder. I scoot closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder.
“We spent countless summers out here,” he says quietly, as
if speaking too loud will disrupt the perfect spring day.
“We did.”
“And as a teenager, I would see you sitting out here, under
this tree, with a book. Your knees pulled up to your chest, and your bare feet
dirty as can be. You took my breath away even then.”
I glance up at him in surprise.
“I can’t tell you how often I’d watch you—not in a creepy
way, I might add—I’d watch you reading and enjoying this tree, and I wanted so
badly to sit with you and kiss you senseless.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” he says with a gentle smile. “But
now you do.”
He nudges my chin up with his fingers and lowers his lips to
mine, covering them softly. I cup his face in my hand and let myself simply
soak in the moment, in my favorite place, with this man.
He slowly takes the kiss from sweet to hot, and to my
delight, drags his hand from my hip to my breast, his thumb dancing over my
already tight nipple.
Good God, he’s like a drug that I’ll never get tired of.
After what seems like an hour, he pulls back and rests his
forehead against mine.
“I have been waiting for that for a very long time,” he
whispers.
“I think this was probably way better than anything you
might have done as a teenager.”
He chuckles. “Ture. So, it’s a win-win.”
I let my fingertips glide down his cheeks to his neck.
“Savannah.”
“Yes?”
“I want you,” he says and closes his eyes tightly. “I don’t
say that to rush you into anything, and this isn’t the time or place anyway,
but I need you to know that I want
you.”
I cover his lips with mine, watching his eyes. “I want you
too, Ben.”
He inhales and kisses me again, moving straight into hot as
fuck.
Finally, he pulls back, clears his throat, and smiles at me.
“Are you hungry?”
I laugh and push my hair off my face. “So hungry.”
“I think Gabby made fried chicken.”
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