BOOK DETAILS
Title: A Fine Mess
Author: Kelly Siskind
Series: Over The Top, #2
On Sale: August 2, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Format: eBook
Price: $3.99 USD
Some guys should come with a
warning label…
Sawyer West is Mr. One-Night
Stand. He doesn't do relationships or promises or feelings. He's never cared
enough to get involved. Until Lily Roberts. She's sweet and shy and sexy as
sin, and resisting her is testing his self-control. She believes Sawyer can be
a better man, and for the first time in his life, he wants to be. But change
isn't easy, and Sawyer would do anything to protect Lily from his past self.
Even break his own heart…
EXCERPT
Sawyer steps close and waits for me to make eye contact. Slowly, I
lift my gaze to his gold-flecked brown eyes, but I can’t find my voice. It’s
like I don’t know how to talk to him anymore.
He grins. “Hi.”
From my angle it’s easy to see the scar running down his neck, the
remnant of a fall he took through a coffee table while wrestling with his
brother. I’ve always wanted to touch it, feel the puckered skin under my
fingers. I drop my gaze, but it doesn’t help. The cuffs of his gray button-down
are rolled to his elbows, roped muscle exposed below. Something else I’d like
to touch.
I blink hard. “Hi,” I say to my feet.
“Look at me, Lil.” I rock on my heels, then do as asked. He raises
an eyebrow. “How fucking weird is this?”
My giggle surprises me, and I loosen my grip on my wineglass.
“Totally weird.”
Thank God for Sawyer’s candid nature.
He sips his drink, probably Scotch, and a sheen of liquid clings to
his bottom lip.
Touch that arm. Kiss that scar. Taste those
lips. None of these urges are new, but
they’re heightened. Magnified. He watches me watching him, his gaze as probing
as mine. What is he thinking?
Then the music changes.
A remix of Madonna’s “Holiday” plays, and Sawyer does Sawyer. He
tips his head to the right, his shoulders following, then he pushes out his hip
and rolls his torso through. The guy does body waves, alternating from side to
side, like he’s in an eighties music video.
People stop. People look. People laugh.
I snort, an unattractive sound I make when my laughter takes over.
Sawyer says it sounds like a hyena with sleep apnea. When I snort a second
time, he dances harder, and I crack up. My belly aches as he gets into it, the
entire room watching now.
I suck in a breath, place my empty glass on the table behind me,
then clasp his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
He stops dancing. “Making things less weird.”
“Less? What about you channeling Paula Abdul is less weird?”
“Did you laugh?”
I grin.
Then he says, “I’m sorry.”
The music vibrates in my chest, or maybe it’s his proximity. “Sorry
about what?”
“Last week, when you called, I was a dick. You caught me by
surprise, and I didn’t handle it well. So, I’m sorry.”
His admission pumps through my core like helium, my body nearly
weightless. The confession shouldn’t be surprising, not with how he speaks his
mind, but it’s been a week of silence. I was losing hope things could return to
the way they were, or progress past it. I step closer, so he can hear me over
the noise. “Apology accepted, but do I get an explanation?”
He drags his gaze down my body. It’s a thorough perusal—intimate,
penetrating—flames sparking along my skin. His eyes linger on me, but he
doesn’t speak. He rolls the pinky ring on his left hand the way he does when
he’s puzzling something out. An ache travels up my thighs, heat expanding below
my ribs. The longer he stays quiet, the more my skin tingles.
Finally, he releases his ring and slides his hand over my lower
back. He leans forward and whispers, “I’ve wanted to do very dirty things to
you and with
you since Aspen, but I care about you too much to act on it. Hence my
dickishness and the weirdness.”
THE OVER THE TOP SERIES
My Perfect Mistake, #1
A Fine Mess, #2
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly
moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in Northern Ontario.
When she's not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in
hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head.
She laughs at her own jokes and
has been known to eat her feelings-Gummy Bears heal all. She's also an
incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.
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