Accidents Make the Heart Grow Fonder












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-781-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-780-9
Page Count: 422
Word Count: 98372
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


Sabrina Eckhart is losing it. Oasis, the restaurant she manages, is getting battered by a trendy newcomer, and with everyone looking to her for ideas, you could say she's under a little pressure. But wait, that's not all. Her evil landlady has given her until the end of the month to vacate her crummy apartment. And her thirtieth birthday is looming, reminding her of the milestones she's missed. No wonder she's distracted and driving off the rails...down the sidewalk, and nearly running over the man with amazing glutes.

Jackson Murphy is an avid jogger, and the local television station's scrumptious news director--if he can keep the job. Unfortunately, he has one year to resuscitate their wheezing news department or the owners are going to pull the plug. His hands are already full even without Sabrina dropping into them. The last thing he needs is to be involved with a publicity stunt.

The road to love is bumpy. It'll take all of Cupid's arrows, and a lot of interference from friends, for these two to win the Dating Game.

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 422
Word Count: 98372
978-1-61217-780-9 Paperback
978-1-61217-781-6 Digital

Excerpt:

“Don’t move,” he whispered.

Sabrina’s eyes went wide as he bent down and brushed her lips with his.

It was electric—a buzz that sizzled the entire length of Jackson’s body. All he meant to do was satisfy his curiosity, perhaps give her a little reassurance, but now that plan was blown to hell. His hands flattened on the wall on either side of her and he felt himself pulled into her like she was gravity itself dragging him down.

Sabrina’s head bounced against the wall as her chin went up, but she hardly noticed because his lips were sealed over hers, pulling, drawing hers out, and sapping her of coherent thought. She had to grip the bar behind her to keep her promise not to move because her hands wanted his ass, bad. It was a relief when the door slid open to the cool garage. Her knees were on the verge of giving out. She’d never been left so dazed by a simple kiss before—never. How could something so restrained pack such a mind-blowing wallop?

Jackson drew back and stared at her in surprise. “Um,” he said and moved away, loosening his tie so he could breathe.

“Yeah,” she agreed and walked out on wobbly legs.

Heading to his car, she felt like she should be straightening her clothing or something, but there was no reason. He hadn’t even messed up her hair, and you couldn’t exactly kiss off your lipstick if you never put any on. So why did she feel like she’d just been thoroughly laid?

 




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