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-- EXCERPT: I ran my thumb across the back of his hand, marvelling at how nice it felt. “What?” he asked, smiling at our joined hands. “Nothing. I just wondered why people held hands. It feels nice.” He blinked. “You’ve never held hands before?” “Uh, no. I told you I ain’t ever had a boyfriend before. And random hook-up guys in the backroom of HQ aren’t there to hold hands.” “Oh, of course. Sorry.” He threaded our fingers and used both hands to hold my one. “Do you like it?” I nodded. “Yeah. But my hands are stained. The oil and grease at work just gets ingrained.” He held up my hand and took a closer look at the blackened fingernail beds and in the creases, the callouses. “I like it,” he said, turning my hand over and looking at each side. Then he grinned at me. “Tells me you’re good with your hands.” I didn’t want to laugh at the corny line but couldn’t help it. “I’ve never had any complaints.” “I should think not,” he said, still smiling. “You know, maybe we should start a list of firsts. First hand-holding, first boyfriend . . . anything else we should add?” I ignored his pry for more information. “What is it with you and lists?” He grinned. “What can I say? I like to see my own progress.” We both sat there holding hands and smiling at each other like giddy schoolboys. This was getting absurd. “I should probably go.” “I’m adding first sleepover to the list.” I snorted and stood up, reluctantly pulling my hand from his. “Thanks for lunch, and the drink. And helping me with the reading and stuff. And thank you for telling me about you.” “Thank you for listening.” He stood up, getting to his full height with just an inch between us. He looked at my mouth, then leaned in slowly and almost kissed me. My heart damn near stopped. But he pressed himself against me, with his cheek to mine and his warm breath at my ear. I gasped as a shiver ran through me. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Counting down the days,” he replied, a soft murmur in my ear. I took a step back, dizzy. “Whoa.” His grin made his eyes do that crinkling thing, which didn’t help at all. “Still think you won’t beg me to kiss you in two weeks?” “You don’t play fair.” “Never said I did. But for what it’s worth, I’m playing for real.” ![]()
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Lisa Brown
11/29/2017 08:14:35 am
congrats on the tour and thanks for the chance to win :)
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Janet W.
11/29/2017 08:23:36 am
I love to read any kind of romance! This sounds great!
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Sara Zielinski
11/29/2017 12:09:16 pm
Thank you for telling me about this book.
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Michele Soyer
11/30/2017 01:02:05 pm
What a great cover.. a wonderful christmas present for a friend....
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Cynthia R
11/30/2017 08:12:35 pm
Sounds like a hot combination that would keep me reading.
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Mai T.
12/1/2017 03:06:31 pm
Such an intriguing plot!
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Elena
12/1/2017 03:14:48 pm
Sounds like a good read
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Ann
12/6/2017 01:51:56 pm
This book looks wonderful, and the synopsis leaves me wanting to read and learn more. Thank you for this post, and for letting me know about this book!
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