There isn't a situation that can't be fixed by a coat of chocolate body paint or a liberal smear of Champagne Lick, right? Wrong! Ever since her father was murdered by a gang of youths, Sienna Lloyd has named herself Potterford’s protector—her sexy lingerie shop is a place where the town’s women can visit and feel safe. But when that shop is in danger of closing, Sienna needs a solution that will keep her in Potterford, where she can always look out for her mother, friends, and clients. The answer? Move the shop to her home at 16 Marsden Place. The problem? Her new neighbor, the delicious but seriously uptight Jack Beaton. Oh, and his four-year-old twin girls.Jack has just moved to the tiny town of Potterford in a bid to start over. To build a new life that keeps his children safe from their violent and sex-crazed mother. So when he discovers his neighbor intends to open a sex shop right next door, Jack will do anything to ensure it doesn’t happen…including fighting every ounce of his attraction to the shop’s owner and his innate need to trust again.
Jack straightened and surveyed his handiwork. Two freshly painted walls shone
beneath the lowering sun filtering through the windows. He looked at Sienna, and his
body instantly responded. She’d twisted her ponytail up into a messy knot at the back
of her head, revealing her slim neck and its perfect curve to her shoulders.
despite the drop in temperature and the breeze coming through the windows,
she’d lifted her T-shirt and knotted it beneath her full breasts. The sheen of
perspiration glistening on her skin added to her sexiness. The blatant challenge made
his jeans feel tight. Damn, she was good.
He smiled. Hadn’t he started this particular game? Maybe—and he’d make damn
sure he finished the winner, too.
“Ready to call it a day?” He kept his eyes on her as she lifted her head; the knife
she used to cut open boxes glinted in her hand.
“Sure. I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.” She rubbed her
free hand over the back of her neck.
“Then it’s time to close the door on this lot and start again tomorrow. I know
we’ve only just started, but we’ll have everything done and ready for your party in no time.”
She put the knife on top of a stack of boxes and came to stand beside him. When
she placed her hand on the small of his back, Jack tensed. And when she smoothed
it in a soft circular motion over and over, he nearly exploded. Electric. That was
the word that popped into his mind as his skin burst with goose bumps and his cock pulsed.
He dipped his chin to her, and she stared up at him, her deep brown eyes shining.
“You’re a good man,” she said. “Thank you.”
Jack swallowed against the dryness in his throat. “You’re welcome.”
He tried to look away, tried to refrain from touching his finger to her jaw,
tried not to draw an invisible line from there to the curve of her neck down to her
collarbones—but did it anyway. She shivered.
“Let’s go through to the back garden.” She tossed him a flirtatious glance from
beneath lowered lashes before hurrying out of the door and into the hallway like she
had power flames on her shoes.
Jack grinned. There was something entirely wrong but so damn right about
spooking her. And she was spooked—no matter how hard she tried to hide it under
her façade of self-control. He was a journalist. He’d seen through more practiced masks than hers.
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I live with my fantastic husband, our two young daughters and my beloved black Labrador, Max in a small market town near the famous Georgian City of Bath. Having always ‘played’ with writing, I didn’t seriously sit down and write toward publication until I became pregnant with my second daughter – then I told myself to get my butt in the chair and get on with it before she grows up and I’m forced to get a real job! Lots of short stories followed as did lots of rejections! I took a few distance learning courses, joined some online writers groups and basically, learned my craft. Finally deciding short stories weren’t working for me (they are an art form in themselves!), in 2006 I decided to embark on my first novel and voila Searching For Sophie was born! Since then, my other books have followed each year. And when I’m not writing? You’ll find me with my head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with my family. And in the evening? Well, a well-deserved glass of wine is never, ever refused.