Finding my†fiancÈe†naked on my couch might ve been a good thing, if her ex-boyfriend hadn t been with her. For the past eight years I ve been a witness to the power of true love, but†after getting burned I d decided there wasn t any hope for me finding it for myself. Until I met Noelle Brandt in a hotel bar. Maybe it wasn t the most romantic meeting, but the†moment I met her I knew I had to have her. The more I learn about her, the more I know I ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
I d already found the love of my life, but I d lost that love forever. And I d been lost ever since. But one night a wounded man makes all of that go away. He makes me laugh, live, and feel alive. When he tells me he has no intention of letting me go, I†finally begin to believe in the power of true love again.† That is, until I find out who he really is& and by then, it s far too late to correct the mistakes we ve already made.†By the time we both know the truth, the lines have†already been blurred†beyond recognition.
He broke the kiss off and nibbled on my earlobe, sending shivers throughout my body. His touch drove me to places I’d never known, and I didn’t want to come back. I pushed his shirt down over his arms, and he lifted his upper body to shrug it the rest of the way off. It fell to the floor behind him.
He sat between my legs and looked down at me with crystal clear green eyes. He’d been drunk before, but now he appeared sober. And the look in his eyes made me feel sexy as hell. It made me feel as if he wanted me, and only me, and couldn’t wait to have me.
But I was fooling myself.
The man had just found his fiancée having sex with another dude. He’d probably screw anything that batted its eyelashes at him. I knew this meant nothing to him, and it meant nothing to me, too. But it felt...I don’t know. Special.
“You okay?” he asked, his square jaw hard.
“Y-Yeah,” I said, tracing his abs with my pointer finger. He shivered. “I was just looking at you.”
He cocked his head. “Why?”
“Because I like looking at beautiful things,” I said, grinning up at him.
“You stole my line,” he said, a grin lighting up his face and eyes. He lowered his body over mine and framed my face with his hands. Slowly and seductively, he ran his thumb over my lower lip. It tingled. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or angry.”
“Be neither.” I buried my hands in his hair and tugged playfully, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Instead, be naked.”
“As you wish,” he whispered, kissing me again.
While he kissed me, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it up. The kiss broke off long enough for him to pull it over my head with far too much ease. He’d obviously done this more than I had. Something told me when he was single, Riley excelled at one-night stands.
Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts, she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.†
Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and a cat. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.