Sometimes what you want and what you need are two very different things.
Always relegated to the “friends with benefits” corner of small town River Bend, Jenny Riley is done giving the milk for free. Falling hard for a bad boy? Not in the plan, either.
Sexy, emotionally-wounded Marine Reservist Brody Nelson just needs someone to lend an ear. A friend. Friends to lovers? That’s more than he bargained for.
Neither wants a relationship. A long distance friendship should be enough.
It’s not.
Warning: This books contains a tattooed, pierced hero with a few surprises up his sleeve...and a hella sexy one down his pants.
After Jenny's on/off friends-with-benefits boo thing gave her the line NO ONE wants to ever hear, Jenny is done and out. She meets Brody while out in Las Vegas celebrating Mark and Ally's upcoming wedding.
Brody is dealing with his own demons, both mentally and physically. He's healed from his wounds, but still suffering with PTSD and the feelings of guilt that his two close buddies have died after an explosion while deployed.
Neither Jenny nor Brody is looking for a relationship, but that doesn't stop them from forming a friendship. They both see in each other what they're hiding from the world: Jenny's lack of self-confidence and low self-esteem, Brody's guilt over surviving the explosion, coupled with PTSD and you have to tread carefully around him. Now, don't get it twisted that this is a book that is all serious and darkness with heavy themes all around, because it's not. Yes, Jenny and Brody are going through changes, but their friendship is pretty awesome and funny. Their texts to each other are sometimes hilarious.
There does come a point in the book when they finally get it in and lawd today is it hot and smexy! Which just made this book that much better. The right amount of angst (and it's not the normal "he/she is just too good for me" crap) that is realistic, a solid friendship that eventually morphs into something more just made for a fun and entertaining read.
Ducking out
the backdoor with an armful of empty beer bottles, he heard the neighbor’s dog
start barking out in the front and he spun around so fast from the recycling
bins that he nearly clocked his face on the door, hurrying back inside.
First thing
on Monday’s to-do list: Hire a cleaning lady in case Jenny had more of these
impromptu visits up her sleeve.
He met her
at the front door, a grin on his face that probably made him look like a randy
teenager. “Fuck, you look amazing. Hurry up, get in here.”
She laughed
as she maneuvered around piles of slushy, melting snow. “I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“God,
woman,” he growled when she got close enough for him to grab and pull in tight.
She’d swapped out her fluffy parka for a white fleece number that significantly
reduced the amount of fabric between her tits and his chest. His cock took
notice. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured against her neck. “Best part of
my entire week.”
“Mine,
too.” Her fingers slid up into his hair as she wiggled closer, and he shivered. More
of that, please. “But
I have a confession to make.”
“What’s
that?” he asked between stealing kisses and ridding her of her jacket.
“I’ve
actually been driving around for an hour trying to find you. Tony gave me the
wrong address.” She bit at her lip and made the most adorably uncertain face
ever. “I wanted to surprise you.”
Well, hell.
Words couldn’t do justice to how friggin’ elated that made him. Women had shown
up on his doorstep lots of times, flaunting their proverbial trench coat and
batting their fuck-me eyes, but not one—not a single goddamn one—had ever shown
up late on a Saturday afternoon just because she wanted to see him.
Inch by
inch, he backed her toward the wall in his hallway. When her shoulders hit the
dark red paint, she gasped and he took great pleasure in covering her sweet
lips with his…in swallowing that breathy sound and letting it seep deep into
his lungs.
Her hair
felt like ribbons of satin between his fingers and her heat like a fire in the
middle of a cold, barren Afghani desert. He couldn’t get close enough, needed
more of her all around him. And she gave him just that, pushing up onto her
toes, so she could fold her arms around his neck and eliminate every possible
space between them. All the while, she fed his soul with wet, addictive kisses
that soothed him from the inside out. A high like he hadn’t experience in too
damn long built fast and heady, better by a million than any whiskey-induced
buzz could have ever been.
“I like
surprises,” he muttered against her mouth. “Especially when they taste like
sugar.”
She laughed
and the lush, full-bodied sound echoed off his walls, spilling a little of her
essence into his home. He wanted more of that laughter…wanted her to fill up
every bit of his space with all the parts of herself she was willing to share.
She was the comfort in his otherwise chaotic world. His peace of mind when his
head filled up with so much shit, he couldn’t think. And by some strange,
nonsensical twist of fate, he suspected he gave her something similar in
return.
“We good
now?” he asked, slowly and regretfully loosening his hold on her before he got
greedy and pushed past her boundaries.
She nodded. “I think
so. Though, we might want to double check a little later.”Amazon * B&N * iBooks * Kobo
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Molly McLain lives in a tiny little town in Wisconsin with her husband, three kids, and a sassy dog. She loves fountain soda, jellybeans, Luke Bryan and Avenged Sevenfold, thunderstorms, and camping at quiet lakes. She's been scribbling down love stories since she was old enough to dream about happily ever afters, and now she writes sexy, small town romance for real.
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