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This is a love story.
This is a romantic story.
Except bananas. Bananas are never romantic.
Lissa was a twenty-year-old girl trying to make it in the
equestrian world. She was sassy and smart, strong and a little weird. And she
had no idea what she was doing.
Ethan was twenty-seven, tattooed, tall, dark, and hot. And
lugging some baggage. He’d already made it in the business and brought Lissa on
to help get her on her feet. And it turned out, he liked a little weird.
Ethan made it clear that he wasn’t in the market for a
relationship. Lissa was happy to learn the ropes and push her attraction aside.
But how do you draw the line when every touch makes
you…shiver?
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“Dance with me?” Lawrence’s voice behind me pulled me from
my musings.
I turned with a smile. “Why thank you, sir.”
I followed him onto the dance floor, the orchestra playing a
Frank Sinatra ballad. He swept me into his arms like, well, like the perfect
gay best friend.
“Don’t you say it.”
“Say what?” I asked innocently.
“I am not your gay best friend. I have sisters. They took
dance lessons. My mom made me partner them.”
I couldn’t help laughing loudly, drawing some disapproving
glances. He quickly spun me and dipped me in playful retaliation. As he drew me
back up, I stood staring straight into Ethan’s heated gaze.
“Can I cut in?” he asked without breaking our eye contact.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Lawrence nodding and
stepping away before I was pulled flush to Ethan and we glided across the
floor.
“You look absolutely stunning.” He breathed softly into my
ear, his right hand settling low, really low, on my bare back, and I shivered.
“Cold?” I felt him smile.
“No, I’m not cold,” I stated quietly, enjoying the feel of
being in his arms, the texture of him beneath his tuxedo, and the touch of our
hands.
“Are you having fun tonight?”
“I am.” I nodded slowly. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
“I came as a trophy.”
I pulled back to look in his eyes. “Whose trophy? And why?”
I was a little irrationally angry and felt stupid that I thought we were having
a kind of moment, only to find out he was here with someone else.
“Why are you angry? You do realize you’re here with a date
too, right?”
I waved him off. “Lawrence and I are just friends. He’s my
arm candy for the night. And maybe a kiss at midnight if I get tipsy enough.”
He glared at me, jaw flexing back and forth. “You’re just
friends who sleep together?”
“No. Just friends. As in… actual friends. Nothing more.”
“Why have you both been blatantly flaunting your
relationship in front of me then?”
I shrugged. “It tickled me.”
“It tickled you,” he repeated slowly, dangerously.
“Yes. It did. It tickled me to see your mood swings every
day, and I was making bets on when you were going to start your period.”
Despite his irritation, he laughed out loud. “God, you’re
weird.” He pulled me closer, wrapping my arms up around his neck and sliding
his hands down my bare arms and then down my back, settling them there. “I
don’t know what I’m doing with you,” he muttered softly.
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Author Info:
I live in beautiful Northern Virginia with my incredible
husband, two awesome kids, three dogs, and two budgies. My husband and I both
grew up riding and competing horses and have our own equestrian operation that
we run together. In my spare time, I read through the hundreds of stories
awaiting me on my e-reader.
My love of books started early, and my mom used to ration my
reading time so I didn't go through them too quickly. I love all things
romantic, whether it's dark or light or silly or dirty, but I really love a
happy ending!
In my small moments of quiet time, you'll find me sipping on
wine and reading while any movie where people randomly burst into song or dance
plays in the background.
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