Here's a brief excerpt from the book I'm hoping to finish this weekend.
Is he playing with me? Sammy wouldn’t put anything past him. She glanced around the room, looking for an alternative escape route. Then decided she was being silly, reading more into the situation than there was. John hadn’t done anything other than question her. He couldn’t possibly know she was horny for him. And if she didn’t stop acting like she was he would guess what her problem was.
She forced a smile on her face. “You can stop acting like a Neanderthal anytime now. I wasn’t running from you, I just ran toward something better.”
His laugh wasn’t what she expected.
“Safe, predictable Pat.”
He moved closer. Sammy took a step back. “Yes,” she agreed. “He never ended up in jail.”
The briefest flicker in his gaze was his only reaction to her comment. He reached forward, touching a loose curl resting against her temple. Sammy’s heart missed a beat. She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. The heat of his knuckles against her skin scorched her, igniting a wild fire inside her.
She’d fallen in love and married the good brother, when she’d really wanted the other. But even as young as she’d been at the time, something had warned her that a life with John wouldn’t have amounted to much. He’d lived on the edge.