My Kind of Crazy












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-361-2
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-360-5
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 80924
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)


Kendall Roarke is betting everything on making her Harwichport Bed & Breakfast into the premier wedding destination on Cape Cod, despite her recent messy divorce.

Jonathan Reynolds moved back to the Cape to take over his uncle's business and start fresh after his own marriage ended. He's not looking for anything complicated - until he meets Kendall, with her big plans and wild mop of curls.

Throw an unruly foster puppy and an uptight new neighbor into the mix and things get a little crazy. Now Kendall has to decide if it's the kind of crazy that she can live with... for the rest of her life.
 

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 80924
978-1-62830-360-5 Paperback
978-1-62830-361-2 Digital

Excerpt:

“Excuse me?”

She turned to find the stranger from the corner table on the sidewalk next to her. He was much taller than she’d guessed, maybe six feet or a little more, with long legs and wide shoulders. “You left these on the counter.” He held out her sunglasses. “I thought you might need them.”

She looked from the glasses up into his smiling face, and felt her knees go a bit weak. Up close, his eyes were the most brilliant shade of green Kendall had ever seen. Her stomach tightened into a knot and the air around her seemed to disappear, making it hard to breathe. Laugh lines radiated from his eyes and the small creases of dimples in his cheeks as he smiled.

Kendall exhaled, and reminded herself that it didn’t matter how breathtakingly cute he was. The guy was having an affair with a married woman.

“Umm, thanks, I guess.” Her voice sounded as awkward as she felt. She reached to take her glasses, and realized that both hands were full with the coffee cup and bakery box. She juggled to balance the large box on top of the cup’s plastic lid to free up a hand.

“Here, let me help.” He stepped in even closer. Instead of taking either the box or the cup out of her hands, he slipped the sunglasses on her head, sliding them through her long curls and into place over her ears. This close, the clean scents of soap and citrusy shampoo wafted from his still-damp hair. Major sparks tingled throughout her entire body, his hands lingering for a moment in her hair before he seemed to catch himself and take a step back. “My name’s Jon, by the way. And you are?”

She stared at him, feeling like she was falling over a cliff, getting lost in the depths of those unbelievably green eyes. After what seemed like far too long a moment, she blinked. “You know she’s married, right?” Kendall blurted, unable to censor her thoughts. She bit her tongue, mentally kicking herself for making any kind of a scene on the sidewalk.

He laughed, that deep-throated laugh sending shivers running down her spine again. “Marilyn? Yes, I’m well aware,” he said, dimples showing as his smile widened. “Hey, you want to come back inside? I’ll buy you some eggs to go with that coffee.” He gestured to the cardboard cup in her hand.

Pressing her lips firmly together, Kendall turned from the impudent stranger and marched in the opposite direction.

“Wait! Come back!”

She kept walking.




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