![]() From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes the next sexy, standalone novel in the Heartbreaker Bay seriesâ¦![]() About ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE:Thereâs no such thing as a little in love . . .Elle Wheatonâs priorities: friends, career, and kick-ass shoes. Then thereâs the muscular wall of stubbornness thatâs security expert Archer Huntâwho comes before everything else. No point in telling Mr. âFeels-Free Zoneâ that, though. Elle will just see other men until she gets over Archer . . . which should only take a lifetime . . .Thereâs no such thing as a little in lust . . .Archerâs wanted the best for Elle ever since he sacrificed his law-enforcement career to save her. Their chemistry could start the next San Francisco earthquake and he craves her 24/7, but Archer doesnât want to be responsible for the damage. The alternative? Watch her go out with guys who arenât him . . .There is such a thing as . . .As far as Archerâs concerned, nobody is good enough for Elle. But when he sets out to prove it by sabotaging her dates, she gets madâand things get hot as hell. Now Archer has a new mission: prove to Elle that her perfect man has been here all along . . .ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE in ebook or paperback, releasing today!Amazon | iBooks | Kobo| Barnes & Noble![]() Add to your GoodreadsEXCERPT His hand caught her, long fingers wrapping around her elbow and causing all sorts of unwelcome sensations as he pulled her back around. âWhat?â she asked. âWaiting for my apology.â âSure,â she said agreeably. âWhen hell freezes over.â She lifted her chin, grateful for her four-inch heels so that she could almost, kind of, not quite look him in the eyes. âIâm in charge of this building, Archer, which means Iâm in charge of everything that happens in it. Iâm also in charge of everyone who works for this building.â He cocked his head, looking amused again. âYou want to be the boss of me, Elle?â he asked softly. I am the boss of you.â Now he outright smiled and her breath caught. Damn, stupid, sexy smile. And then there was The Body. Yes, she thought of it in capital letters, it deserved the respect. âIf you donât want to be walking funny tomorrow,â she said, âyouâll stop invading my personal-space bubble.â Complete bravado and they both knew it. Sheâd only been at this job for a year and itâd come as a surprise to her that heâd been in the building at all. An unfortunate coincidence. Before that itâd been years since theyâd had any contact, but she still knew enough to get that no one got the better of him. He was quick, light on his feet, and physically strong. But that wasnât what made him so dangerous to her. No, it was his sharp intelligence, his quick wit, how he was willing to go as dark as he needed to in order to do what he thought was right. And then there was the biggieâthe way he had of making her feel shockingly alive. He did as she asked and stepped back but not before pausing to make sure they both knew who was in control here, and it most definitely wasnât her. No one did intimidation like Archer, and in his line of work he could be in a coma and still intimidate everyone in the room. He had muscles on top of muscles but didnât look beefed up like a body builder might. Instead his body seemed lean and seriously badass, with caramel skin that strayed from light to golden to mocha latte depending on what the season was, giving him a look of indeterminable origin. And sexiness. It worked for him, allowing him to fit in to just about any situation. Handy on the job, she imagined. But with her he was careful. Distant. And yet sheâd seen the way he sometimes looked at her, and on the rare occasion when heâd touched her, like when he guided her through a door with his hand low on her back, he let himself linger. There was always a shocking and baffling yearning beyond both the glances and the touches. That, or it was all just wishful thinking. Not that it mattered since he still held back with her. The problem was she yearned too. Yearned for him to see her as a woman, strong and capable enough to stand at his side. But after what theyâd been through, she knew that would never happen. She turned away, annoyed by how her entire body had gone on high alert as always, every inch of her seeming to hum beneath the surface. She should have just emailed him.![]() And donât miss the previous books in Jill Shalvisâs Heartbreaker Bay Series, SWEET LITTLE LIES, THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE and ONE SNOWY NIGHT, now available! Grab your copies HERE!![]() Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter SignUp![]()
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Renee Rousseau
2/5/2017 08:43:57 pm
My heroine would be "free but focused, green but wise, hard but friendly,sad but laughing..because...no one`s really got it figured out just yet .."
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