The sparks of dislike burn hot, but the
sparks of mutual attraction burn even hotter.
Ever Montgomery suffered the ultimate
betrayal by the one man who she should have been able to count on for anything.
It has left her hurt, jaded and incapable of forming relationships, but it also
means that she can spot a liar a mile away.
These traits are earning her a reputation as a reporter with a keen nose
for a good story and a complete understanding of the extreme power of the
written word.
Lincoln Caldwell, is the hot goalie for
the New York Rangers. At twenty-four and a rising star, he works hard and he
plays even harder. He’s gorgeous and carefree—the ultimate charmer. Ladies fall at his feet and the single life
has never been lived the way Linc Caldwell does it.
When Ever publishes an article about
Linc containing information that she received off the record, she finds herself
on the receiving end of the athelete’s fury.
Rather than basking in the glory of exposing Linc as a shameless user of
women, she finds herself at his mercy when he demands and receives
retribution. Required by her editor to
trail Linc for six weeks, Ever is forced to look at the real Linc Caldwell.
And
she just might find that she has misjudged him.
“Wait...where
are you going? We’re not done here.”
Linc
pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses my fingertips, lightly biting the end of
one. “Yes, we are.”
“No...you
can’t just start that and not finish.”
Gently
smiling, Linc brings his hands up and cups my face. He leans in and looks in my
eyes. “Ever...I did finish what I started. I never intended for it to go any
further than that tonight.”
I’m
lost. How can Linc bring me to two seismic orgasms and then just leave me? How
can he not be crawling all over and up in me right now? And the most important
question...did I do something wrong? I
glance down and see the rock hard bulge straining the front of his jeans, so I
know he wants me. But why doesn’t he act on it?
“I
don’t understand,” I say weakly.
He
kisses me then. It’s warm and my mouth opens willingly. He slowly and softly
touches his tongue to mine and then pulls back. “I’m not the guy you think I
am, Ever. I’m not about to fuck you when you already think that is my modus
operandi. I want you to see I don’t just live by what my dick tells me to do.”
My
mouth falls open. Linc releases my face and steps back. I scramble from the bed
and put my robe back on, belting it tightly. I feel way too vulnerable buck ass
naked while he’s fully dressed.
“But
I don’t think that about you,” I tell him.
“Don’t
you?”
Well,
okay, I deserve that doubt. And I have thought that about him in the past. And
hell, maybe I still do think that about him, but it’s also not something that
bothers me anymore. I understand he lives his life freely and that may include
sexual interludes with women.
I’m
free and unattached. No relationship to hold me back. I’m becoming more
sexually liberal every minute I spend in Linc’s presence.
Shit!
I want to be that woman he has an
interlude with right now.
And
I want him to feel as good as he made me feel tonight.
“Linc...that article I wrote has nothing to do with what’s going on
right now.”
“But
it does, Ever. It has everything to do with me not sinking myself into you
tonight.”
Sawyer Bennett is the pen name for a
snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start
putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is
married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry
dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many
weakness but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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