Loving
You is Easy
By:
Wendy S. Marcus
Releasing
December 9th,
2014
Loveswept
She’s
a survivor of the front lines of politics. He’s a wounded soldier
returning home from the battlefield. Can they place their trust in
the power of love?
Nobody
plays the role of perfect politician’s daughter better than quiet,
respectable math teacher Brooke Ellstein. But she won’t be caught
swimming with the sharks again, not after the son of a wealthy donor
sinks his teeth into her and gets away with it. Still, political
connections have their perks, such as heading up the governor’s
“Support Our Troops” pen-pal initiative—and getting first dibs
on the smoking-hot sergeant whose picture shakes her right down to
her goody-two-shoes.
When
corresponding with sweet, classy Brooke, Shane Develen instinctively
hides his commando tattoos and blue-collar roots—and he can tell
that she’s hiding something, too. But Shane knows he’s gained her
trust when Brooke gives him a blisteringly sexy photo. Then he’s
injured in an ambush and a fellow soldier posts the snapshot online.
Overnight, Brooke’s reputation turns to ashes. Even though he’s
totally wrong for her, Shane shows up on Brooke’s doorstep,
determined to set things right—and discovers that right or wrong
has nothing on the chemistry they share.
She could easily love this man if he’d let her. “Then what are
you waiting for?” Brooke rose up on her toes, clasped her fingers
behind his neck, and lifted her chin.
He dipped his head, moving his hands to her low back, pulling her
close. “You’re even prettier in person,” he said a fraction of
a second before his lips met hers. Soft and warm. Gentle.
One large hand slid up under her sweater to her bare back, the other
slid lower, almost to her butt, both holding her tightly, pressing
her against him from chest to thighs. “You’re so soft.” He
kissed her again, harder. “Feel so good, smell so good.” His
tongue pressed for entry and she let him in, reveled in the
delectable taste of him combined with the specialness of this moment.
But as his kiss grew more passionate, the politician’s daughter in
her remained cognizant of the fact they were in a public place acting
most inappropriately.
She turned her head to the side, breaking contact. “We can’t.”
As she’d suspected a bunch of travelers had stopped to watch them.
“I’m sorry.” Yet he didn’t take his hands off of her. “I
guess I got a little carried away.”
“Maybe we should stop hugging now.”
“I don’t want to.”
Neither did she. But, “For sure we’ve exceeded the acceptable
limit of time allotted for friend hugging. Wouldn’t want to stray
into the girlfriend-boyfriend zone, now would we?”
Apparently not because no sooner had the words left her mouth he
dropped his arms and stepped back. “You’re not going to give me a
break on that, are you?”
“Nope.” Not until he admitted his feelings for her and agreed not
to see other women. He fought for their country; Brooke would fight
for him. She already considered him her boyfriend and had stopped
allowing her mother to set her up on dates, politically motivated or
otherwise. She wanted Shane—wanted to explore where a relationship
between them might lead.
“Come on.” He picked up his backpack and slung it over his
shoulder. “I need to get my duffle.” He held out his hand, palm
up, his eyebrows raised in question. “Can friends hold hands?”
They probably shouldn’t, but, “Sure. Since today’s a special
circumstance.”
He smiled and took her hand into his, and they walked to baggage
claim. “So what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” he
asked casually.
“I was thinking maybe we could get some dinner, if you’re
hungry.”
“Sounds good. Wait here.” He pushed through the throng of people
and hoisted a large green duffle off of the conveyor belt like it was
a down pillow with handles. When he got back he asked, “Would you
mind if we made it takeout in my hotel room?”
“I thought you were heading home tonight.”
He shook his head. “Nah. I knew I’d be beat after the trip and
wanted a night to myself to decompress before taking on my family and
friends. Stop looking at me like that. I had no idea you’d be here
so you can’t accuse me of ulterior motives.”
Okay, she’d give him that.
“But let’s not let this opportunity go to waste.” He leaned in
close. “Since I just happen to have a hotel room and you just
happen to be here, what do you say we . . . ?” he wiggled his
eyebrows and grinned suggestively.
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Wendy
S. Marcus is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. A nurse
by trade, Wendy holds a Master of Science in Health Care
Administration, a degree that does her absolutely no good as she now
spends her days, nights, and weekends mucking around in her
characters’ lives creating conflict, emotion, and, of course, a
happily ever after. Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley region
of New York. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with
her family, which includes her dog Buddy, and
blogging/e-mailing/tweeting/facebooking with her online friends.
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