About RESCUING THE BAD BOY
Not All Scars Heal
For
Donovan Pate, the lake town of Evergreen Cove is a minefield of tough
memories-including the day he had to let go of Sofie Martin. Years later he
still can't forget the taste of her lips and the feel of her killer curves. He
knows he's too damaged, that he should stay away for her own good. But what the
head says and the heart wants are two very different things . . . Seven
years ago, Donovan broke Sofie's heart. Now her career depends on playing nice
in order to pull off the charity fund-raiser of the decade. She vows to keep
things professional . . . yet working by his side every day doesn't make it
easy to fight temptation, and it isn't long before she finds herself falling
for this bad boy all over again. But loving Donovan means helping him face his
past-so they can fight for a future together.
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About Jessica Lemmon
A former job-hopper, Jessica
Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in
graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she's not
writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee
(okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with
talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
Jessica’s SM
Excerpt
Her
soft touch landed on Donovan’s arm, and the anger shuddering inside him shifted
into an ache. She stepped closer, the warmth between them radiating enough heat
to set him on fire. But like the fireplaces he built, he could handle it. He
could handle the heat from her, not because he was impervious, but because he
was strong enough to soak her in and not burn to ash.
She
turned his arm where paint was drying. She swiped at it with her sleeve. “I
made a mess.”
He’d
forgotten about the paint. “Don’t… I can… There is a shower in the…” He lost
his train of thought when she turned those emerald green eyes up to him. He
watched her delicate throat work as she swallowed. His eyes traveled up her
neck and landed on her mouth. Needing her mouth, he lowered his face, watched
her eyes grow dark and wide, watched her lift her chin to meet him.
Heat. He wanted more. If only to test his own
strength.
He
moved his lips gently against hers, but resisted holding her to him. She held
onto him though, grasping his forearms with both hands, her fingers wrapped
around his elbows. Pressing her body against his, pressing her tits against his
ribs.
Hell,
sounded like an invitation to him.
Deepening their connection, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, reached
around, and grabbed her ass with both palms. When he squeezed, she sucked in a
breath.
“Told
you,” he rumbled.
“Told
me?”
“Not
a complaint, Scampi.” He squeezed again. “Perfect.”
A
choked laugh left her throat. “Big.”
Still
moving his hands over her backside, he said, “First thing I noticed about you
at the Wharf.” He’d been plating up a chicken scaloppini when the manager
walked in to show around a few new servers. Two he couldn’t remember, and
Sofie. Bent over the plate, he’d peeked between the metal shelves framing that
perfect ass . He’d stood to get a better look, and she’d pegged him with those
moss-greens.
“Second
thing I noticed was your eyes.”
Her
lips parted slightly. “And the third thing?”
He
kissed her. She tasted incredible. “The first time you talked to me.”
She
rolled her eyes. “And what did I say?”
She
didn’t think he remembered. She was wrong. “‘Can I get a side of cock?’”
Laughing,
she shook her head.
He
smiled back at her, unable to help himself. “Then you cleared your throat and
said, ‘cocktail sauce’.”
Shaking
her head, she said, “Worst abbreviation ever.”
“Kitchen
guys are immature.”
She
blinked up at him, studying him, like she was trying to piece him together. He
didn't want her to. Once she pieced him together and had the whole picture, she
wouldn’t like what she saw.
He
kissed her again, keeping his hands on her body.
“Are
you testing my boundaries?” she asked, her tone teasing. He recognized that
comment from the night he rescued her from Torsett.
“Mine,”
he corrected.
Sofie bit her lip. “I don’t date much.”
“Me either.” At all, actually.
She shook her head, more in thought than in argument. “I
don’t think I have any boundaries with you.”
He was beginning to
think he had none with her, either.
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