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Margot
Duke can’t keep her long-distance relationship alive any more than
she can the cells that are supposed to be taking center stage in her
PhD thesis. Both seem to be suffering an inexplicably long and
drawn-out death, and she’s spent more than enough time fretting
about it, without any solution in sight. It figures that the one day
she chooses to pack it all in and stop caring is the day she meets
Jonathan Young. Jonathan swings through town with his band, just long
enough to knock Margot off her feet, and leave her feeling a little
giddy in his wake. The encounter proves once and for all that her
inter-continental love affair is over, but can she really stomach the
idea of starting another one right on its heels? And with the darling
of the indie rock world at that? Excerpt: Keeping it PG-13
“Hi,” Jonathan said, the timbre of his voice running up and down
my body like fingertips on silk. “It’s nice to meet you all.” I
looked over at him and felt my desire bloom inside again. His smile
was suddenly open and easy, his eyes twinkling under that fabulous
mess of dark hair. I felt the entire table fall under his spell with
a dull thud. “So you’re in a band?” Tek squawked skittishly.
See the alpha male go all fanboy, I thought with a grin,
winking when his glance flicked to mine. “That’s cool,” he
added, coming over casual and scowling back at me. “I’m in a
band,” Jonathan said with a nod. “Not tonight though,” he
continued, looking over at me and stretching an arm across the back
of my chair. “Tonight, I’m just with her.” “Her?” I
repeated, getting lost in his gaze and feeling the need start to
bleed through my system. “You,” he said quietly. His hand edged
forward and found the bare skin where my back met my arm. I willed it
to keep going and touch the side of my breast. I wanted those hands
all over me again. On my breasts and in my hair and cupping the backs
of my knees as he slammed himself into me. Now it was my turn to
smile awkwardly, and he recognized the shift in an instant, a smile
tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Right, we get that you two are
into each other,” said Tek, apparently having recovered from his
momentary bout of groupiedom. “Can you keep it together long enough
to be a little bit social?” Jonathan laughed and turned back to
face him. “Hey man, can you blame me?” he said. “She’s so
fucking beautiful that I have trouble breathing sometimes when I look
at her.” I felt my heart trip over itself and then stop completely.
I caught Kate’s eye just long enough to see her melt all over the
floor. “And as I only get to look at her for another twelve hours,”
he was saying, “I think you’re gonna have to suck it up and deal
with our shit.” It was Tek’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, alright,”
he said. “Just try to keep it PG-13, will you?” I smiled and
leaned into Jonathan’s side, snuggling up against him and shivering
when his fingers found the lace of my bra, playing out the thoughts
I’d just entertained.
“Hi,”
Jonathan said, the timbre of his voice running up and down my body
like fingertips on silk. “It’s nice to meet you all.”
I
looked over at him and felt my desire bloom inside again. His smile
was suddenly open and easy, his eyes twinkling under that fabulous
mess of dark hair. I felt the entire table fall under his spell with
a dull thud.
“So
you’re in a band?” Tek squawked skittishly.
See
the alpha male go all fanboy, I thought
with a grin, winking when his glance flicked to mine.
“That’s
cool,” he added, coming over casual and scowling back at me.
“I’m
in a band,” Jonathan said with a nod.
“Not
tonight though,” he continued, looking over at me and stretching an
arm across the back of my chair. “Tonight, I’m just with her.”
“Her?”
I repeated, getting lost in his gaze and feeling the need start to
bleed through my system.
“You,”
he said quietly. His hand edged forward and found the bare skin where
my back met my arm. I willed it to keep going and touch the side of
my breast. I wanted those hands all over me again. On my breasts and
in my hair and cupping the backs of my knees as he slammed himself
into me.
Now
it was my turn to smile awkwardly, and he recognized the shift in an
instant, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
“Right,
we get that you two are into each other,” said Tek, apparently
having recovered from his momentary bout of groupiedom. “Can you
keep it together long enough to be a little bit social?”
Jonathan
laughed and turned back to face him. “Hey man, can you blame me?”
he said. “She’s so fucking beautiful that I have trouble
breathing sometimes when I look at her.”
I
felt my heart trip over itself and then stop completely. I caught
Kate’s eye just long enough to see her melt all over the floor.
“And
as I only get to look at her for another twelve hours,” he
was saying, “I think you’re gonna have to suck it up and deal
with our shit.”
It
was Tek’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, alright,” he said. “Just try
to keep it PG-13, will you?”
I
smiled and leaned into Jonathan’s side, snuggling up against him
and shivering when his fingers found the lace of my bra, playing out
the thoughts I’d just entertained.
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Kate
Ramsey is at the top of her game. She’s the hot new recruit at the
most prestigious research institute in Germany, and she’s
determined to live up to the hype — even if it means working day
and night. Stress relief comes in the form of a no-nonsense affair
with her neighbor, who also happens to be the director of the
institute. Who says sex should be anything more than a contract
between two people who have other things on their mind? So when Tom
Baker saunters into her life, Kate is understandably upset to see
this well-oiled machine splutter and seize. Tom is young and smart,
and far too pretty for his own good. Kate can’t help but be drawn
to him, even if giving in to the attraction would mean risking
everything she’s worked for.
Verity
Jacobs is a reformed scientist, who left the lab when she fell in
love with writing about love. She lives with her husband and baby
girl in London, where she dreams by day and writes all night long.
She is addicted to the heart flutters and stomach flips of the
fictional romance world.
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