Williams coming. She was just his best friend’s little sister, the
curly-haired, freckle-faced girl from Mississippi who was absolutely off
limits. And he never thought about her any other way — not until he saw her
that night, broken and brave. From that moment on, he knew he’d do whatever it
took to protect her, even if it meant he had to stay away.
Maggie never expected to find her fiancé banging her maid of honor an hour
before she was set to walk down the aisle, but life’s funny that way. The only
option to save her sanity is to get the hell out of Jackson and move to New
York where her brother lives. The only downside: Cooper is there too. And she
just doesn’t know if she can stay away from him — the filthy rich, dead sexy
playboy who’s allergic to commitment.
The second Maggie sees him again, she realizes he’ll be impossible to resist.
Luckily, commitment is the last thing on her mind, and Cooper is the perfect
escape. As long as she can keep her heart in check, everything will be just
fine. Because she can never have feelings for him. Or at least that’s what
she’ll keep telling herself.
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dragged me to the end of the bed where he knelt. I gasped — somehow, I was
completely naked, but he was fully clothed, smiling up the line of my body,
that crooked smile of his that made my insides turn into mush. My thighs rested
against his shoulders, and his eyes were smoldering hot, locked onto mine as he
closed his lips over me and sucked. Hard.
but I think it sounded more like Humuguh. Not that Cooper needed clarification.
His eyes closed, dark lashes against his cheeks, fingers digging into my hips
as he licked and sucked, sending tremors up my thighs when he moaned softly
against me. My eyes slammed shut, and my chin pointed at the ceiling as my
fingers twisted in his dark hair. Within seconds, I was rocking against him with
my heart doing its best to escape my ribs and the rest of my body begging him
to keep going.
which weighed about seven pounds each, and glanced down at him. His face was
turned toward the closed bedroom door, with alarm written in every angle.
wide, and we stared at each other for one stunned second before bursting into
action. I rolled out of bed with wobbly knees, and he stood, scanning the room
for a place to hide.
Cooper and I were hooking up.
brother, West, might actually kill Cooper if he found out.
has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an
entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t
forget that. She’s also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to
grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife; even though she’s
certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a
party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with
f and ends with k.
roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her
family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver.
They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s
sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.