many bad decisions in romance, Emma is going on a man-fast. For the next six
months, she’s fasting from men. No sex. No dating. No soulful gazes. No fond
memories of her first crush. She’s going to spend the time focusing on her
career, getting in touch with herself, and helping her two best friends with
the launch of their new tea room. No men.
includes her brother’s best friend, Noah Hart, who has just returned to their
want Noah anyway. He might be even hotter than he was before, but he’s not a
nice guy anymore. He’s made a fortune by acting ruthless in business, and the
last thing he’s looking for is small-town domestic life. He doesn’t even want
to be in town again, but a sick grandmother guilted him into it. Then he has
nerve to not even recognize Emma when he sees her again. Maybe it’s been seven
years, but a decent guy would remember his best friend’s little sister.
a decent guy. Anyway, Emma is on a man-fast. And she doesn’t want Noah.
together because their brothers were best friends. Now they’re all grown up,
and their brothers are grown up too. The Tea for Two series tells their
what you think, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
idea why she was saying this. She was just rambling, too nervous to think
through the words that were coming out of her mouth. And she was seriously
having to hold herself back from reaching out toward him, taking hold of his
shirt and pulling him closer.
so incredibly good. Not anything as strong as aftershave, but something warm
to smell him even more.
to feel him.
to taste him.
out and tilted up her face so she was looking at him. “I know you’re not a
little girl, Emma.”
she whispered, the world shuddering in front of her eyes.
Emma,” he rasped thickly, raising his other arm so he was holding her face in
both hands. “Surely you know I’m seeing you as anything but a little girl.”
trembling now, and there was absolutely no way she could hold herself back. He
was holding her face like she was precious, and the look in his eyes…
with heat and hunger. She’d never seen anything like it.
onto his shirt like she’d always wanted to and drew him even nearer, and then
he was finally, finally kissing her.
she was kissing him back.
was hard, hungry, seeking, and he slid one of his hands down her back until it
was cupped around her bottom, pressing her more snugly against him.
mind registered that he was already hard, and the knowledge whirled dizzily in
her mind—the knowledge that she could have this kind of effect on his body.
her backward until she was trapped between him and the railing of the front
steps. They were on a public street. In front of her building. Anyone could see
them. But the knowledge just made the whole thing even hotter, even more
clutched at him eagerly, arching against him as his tongue delved deeper into
her mouth, claiming her completely. The fingers of one hand were fisted in her
hair now, and it felt possessive, thrillingly dominant.
imagined herself in this position many times, but her dreams had never been
like this. They’d been adolescent, foolishly romantic. Not hungry and carnal
each other could slake their desperate thirst.
handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was
twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different
states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get
her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her
life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus
on writing contemporary romances.