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Blurb
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author who brought you the Nice Girl
to Love trilogy, comes a Nice GUY to Love spin-off…
Brian Sullivan has been
in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love to early-onset
Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his brother.
And somehow, his heart has managed to heal itself after both.
Amazingly, without therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten
more wary along the way, however. In fact, he’s been thinking
lately that maybe his brother’s now retired nothing-but-flings rule
isn’t such a bad idea. Unfortunately, being the nice guy poster
boy and all, Brian isn’t exactly versed in the fine art of flings.
So he looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.
There’s absolutely
no way he’s falling in love with this one…right?
Tessa has no idea what
she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of fling expert.
She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know
where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary
lapse in sanity, really—no doubt because of the can’t-help-but-fall-for-him
brain fuzz that hits her whenever he’s around. Not only does
the man have her being more herself than she’s ever been in her life,
but he’s the only person she knows who seems to have as many demons
and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more, he’s
got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope
for years ago.
A happily ever after.
Author Bio
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author
Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic
to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary
romance novels. When she's not arguing with her story characters or
feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she enjoys tackling reno projects
with her power tools while trying pretty much anything without reading
the directions first and cooking 'special edition' dishes that laugh
in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids
and similarly adorable husband.
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Excerpt
She really wasn’t used to anyone taking care of her, that much was
clear.
And that just made all his alpha protective instincts kick up even
more. Brian scanned the street to make sure she hadn’t been
followed and pulled the door wider to let her in.
“No, that’s okay. It’s late,” she declined, half-turning
to go. “I just came by to say thanks again. Maybe we can
go out sometime to—”
He caught her elbow to keep her from walking back to her car.
“Hang out for a bit. One beer to take the edge off.”
Though he was working damn hard at it, he couldn’t smooth out the
rough gravel in his voice. The idea of her going back to her apartment
alone tonight after how broken she’d looked earlier…
“I also have pizza. And ice cream,” he attempted again,
willing her to stay.
Her lips curved up at the corners. “Can we make beer floats?”
He almost laughed then. She was always saying and doing the
completely unexpected. “Sure.” He stepped back so she
could walk in, and he had to forcibly order himself to stop holding
onto her arm as if she were going to cut and run. “I have chocolate
syrup and whipped cream too if you want.”
Damn.
Her eyes widened and her step faltered just a bit.
One look at the color rising in her cheeks and he knew she’d been
thinking the same thing he’d been. Well…maybe not the same thing.
He was pretty sure that his thoughts starring her naked after he’d
licked chocolate syrup and whipped cream from her body wasn’t exactly
what was running through her mind.
But then he saw those witchy bedroom eyes of hers dip down to the
front of his jeans—for just a fraction of a second—and he nearly
groaned out loud.
Yeah, okay, so maybe what she was thinking was better.
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