Title No Choice At All
Author Denise Carbo
Genre Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction
Book Blurb
One single moment can change a person’s life forever. Moving to Granite Cove was supposed to be Rebecca’s fresh start. She has a firm no dating rule. There’s no time or room in her life—and she has horrible taste in men.
One impulsive decision threatens all her careful planning. The handsome stranger she never thought she’d see again keeps showing up, weakening her resolve.
Love is a fairy tale only the young and naïve believe in. How will he change her mind and heart and teach her to trust?
Excerpt:
“Morning, killer.”
My ankle wobbles and my heel catches on the seam in the sidewalk. I glance between my coffee and the concrete. Which should I save—my dignity and possibly some scrapes and bruises or the specialty coffee I’ve been dreaming of all morning and finally indulged in?
A muscular arm slips around my waist and steadies me while a tanned hand whips the cup out of my fingers. I slap my palm against a solid chest covered in black cashmere and glare up at Ian Flannigan’s smirking face. He pulls me flush against his body.
I try not to notice how all our key parts line up perfectly as I jerk out of his hold. He lets me go, but his hand squeezes my hip first.
“Must you persist in that ridiculous nickname? I dispatched one spider. You act as if I murdered a colony of rabbits or something.”
“It’s the way you got rid of the spider. You brandished your shoe like a serial killer in a horror film wielding an axe.”
I roll my eyes. So sue me, I don’t like spiders.
“And that’s not why I call you killer.”
I narrow my eyes. Do I want to know? Probably not. It’s bound to ruin my mood for the rest of the day. Ian gets way too much enjoyment out of pushing my buttons. The sad fact is I know this, yet I still can’t help reacting when he does it.
His sea-blue eyes stare down at me, patiently waiting for me to ask. They’re not your typical blue eyes. Oh, no. They’re the color of the Caribbean Sea–turquoise one minute and a deep blue the next. It’s really not fair for him to have eyes like that. Or the long black lashes framing them.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
I step to the side. I’ll walk around him—ignoring Ian often works best.
He side steps in front of me.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry? Your flower shop is that way.” He points behind me. “Or are you so flustered by my presence you’ve forgotten where it is?”
I close my eyes and start counting. One. Two. Three.
“Fantasizing what I look like naked?”
His tan, naked, chest with a sprinkling of dark hair pops into my head. My fingertips tracing each ridge of muscle on his abdomen.
My eyes pop open. Damn it!
I growl and stomp past him, muttering, “I have the worst taste in men.”
He falls into step next to me. “So you admit you’re attracted to me.”
Do not engage. Do not engage.
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Author Biography
Denise Carbo writes Contemporary Romance, Paranormal Romance, and Romantic Suspense. She is a voracious reader, loves to travel, is fascinated by the supernatural, and enjoys solving mysteries.
She lives in a small, picturesque New England town with her high school sweetheart and their three amazing sons. Find out more at https://www.DeniseCarbo.com and sign up for her newsletter to be the first to hear about sales, giveaways, contests, and exclusive content. https://eepurl.com/dt5N7M
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