BLURB:
Katherine
Whitton doesn’t purposely avoid men and relationships, but she doesn’t mind
that side effect of immersing herself in her job with the San Francisco Blaze.
Years ago she was betrayed by her one true love, and she’s never fully
recovered, though she’s tried by building a new life in a city she loves.
It’s
taken seventeen years for Tom Morgan to get over Katie—Katherine now. Sober now
and faced with the incredible opportunity to manage the Blaze, he thinks he’ll
finally be able to handle working with this beautiful woman without falling to
pieces…as long as she doesn’t get too close.
A
crisis with the team's star pitcher forces Tom and Katherine to put in long
hours together. Years of animosity melt away as the sexual tension between them
ignites. But it’ll take more than scorching kisses to avoid the wreckage of the
past. And neither Tom nor Katie are sure they’re ready to trust each other or
risk their hearts for a second chance at happiness.
EXCERPT:
“Dance with me.” The low tone of his voice sent a shiver up
her spine.
For what seemed like forever she couldn’t speak. She glanced
at the couples swaying to the romantic music, and her heart started to pound at
the thought of Tom holding her in his arms, of being that close to him after so
many years.
“I don’t like to dance,” she said, finding her voice.
His eyes glinted with something resembling amusement.
“That’s not how I remember it.”
She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”
“Scared?”
Yes. “No.”
“Prove it.” He extended his hand. “Dance with me.”
“Fine,” she said. No one knew of her prior relationship with
Tom, and she didn’t want them to. Causing a scene would only start rumors. And
there were enough of those going around already.
With an exaggerated sigh, she returned her phone to the
table and ignored his hand as she rose to her feet. He inclined his head,
motioning her forward. Every nerve in her body tingled as he followed her to
where the other couples had congregated.
The second she turned and faced him and he put his hand on
her waist, her heart skipped a beat, then kicked into full-on pounding mode. He
reached for her hand, gloving it in the warmth of his, and lifted it as he
pulled her closer. Instinctively, she raised her free hand and rested it on his
shoulder.
Looking past him as they began to dance, she held herself rigid
and tried to distract herself from his scent—clean with a hint of soap. How was
it possible he smelled exactly the same as he had seventeen years ago? And how
was it possible she’d never forgotten it?
To her right, she glimpsed Kelly and Matt swaying to the
music, gazing into each other’s eyes like no one else existed. And next to
them, Angie and J.T. were just as engrossed in each other. All the love in the
room was making her ill.
“Relax,” Tom said in a low voice.
Even in four-inch heels, she had to lean her head slightly
back to meet his gaze. “I am relaxed.”
His lips quirked with amusement. “If this is relaxed I’d
hate to see you when you’re tense.”
“If I’m tense it’s because you’re crossing boundaries you
have no business crossing.”
“It’s just a dance, Katie.”
Annoyed, she leaned toward him and whispered, “Don’t call me
that.” Too late, she realized her mistake. He slipped his hand to her back,
anchoring her against him. Now her body was in direct contact with his, and it
reacted accordingly. Slow heat unfurled in her stomach and her nipples pebbled
against the soft, satiny fabric of her bra.
“I saw you with Logan.”
He had lowered his head, his lips grazing her earlobe.
Pleasurable goose bumps rose on her skin. Her instincts had definitely been on
point. This dance was a bad idea. A really bad idea.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Does he know you like to be touched like this?” Tom traced
a finger up her spine. She let out a soft gasp and trembled. He chuckled, his
breath warming her ear. “And what about that sensitive spot between your neck
and your collarbone? Does he know about that?”
“What Adam knows about me, or my body, is none of your
concern.” She pulled back. Another bad idea. The heat smoldering in his eyes
sent the blood rushing to her ears, and for a moment all she could hear was the
pounding of her heart. Quickly, she regrouped. “And furthermore, my sex life is
perfectly adequate. Thank you very much.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame.” His mouth tipped in a lazy,
sexy smile as he settled his hand on the curve of her lower back. Every nerve
ending in her body went on instant alert as the warmth of his fingers seemed to
burn through the thin fabric of her dress, straight to her skin. “’Cause I sure
as hell don’t recollect you ever settling for adequate.”
“We’re dropping this subject right now,” she said in a stern
voice.
“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern
Nevada where she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot
machines in every grocery store.
When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof
over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most
of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading,
watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.
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