Love Refocused
By: Nancy Corrigan
Sander’s Valley, 2
Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle
asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the
woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister, Iona . He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s
sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up.
She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see.
Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first
time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona
fearful and fix it.
Short blurb:
When Wyn sees Iona ,
he falls hard. Iona 's not so sure—their
chemistry is explosive, but after a bad relationship she's not sure she can
commit again.
Excerpt (PG)
“I’m
nervous.” Both at the prospect of holding one of the pups and the reason behind
his focused study.
“You’ll
do fine.”
He
laid a hand on her back. The simple touch calmed her. She peeked into the box.
Lucy, the puppies’ mother, lay on her side. Her watchful gaze tracked Iona ’s every movement.
“Are you sure she won’t mind if I
hold one?”
“Maybe,
but she won’t bite you. Her pups just turned three weeks. It’s time to start
holding them. Get them used to humans, you know?”
She
nodded, even though she didn’t understand.
Wyn
moved closer. His stomach pressed against her bottom. He leaned over her and
held a hand out to Lucy. No desire accompanied the brush of his body to hers.
Reassurance did. She relaxed. So did the dog. Lucy tilted her head for Wyn’s
scratch, and the short nub of her tail wiggled.
He
flashed her a half smile. One dimple formed with his grin, and her heart did a
little flip. Her lover was devastatingly handsome. Did he know what one of his
grins did to her? That seeing his dimples aroused her yet made her want to
snuggle closer at the same time?
Excerpt (PG-13)
The chimes over the door sounded, pulling him out
of his thoughts and announcing a customer, except business hours had ended an
hour ago. Only one person he could think of who’d walk in: Kyle.
“If you’re back to beg me to come eat your
girl’s sad attempt at dinner, you can forget it. Last time I ate the crap she
made, I had the shits for days.”
A woman’s giggle answered him.
The wrench he held slipped from his hand. The clank reverberated in the garage and
mixed with the click of heels. He inwardly cursed. Way to impress, jackass. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to
impress. Like his older brothers, he’d worked his way through the county’s
available women. He’d only accomplished the feat in half the time they had.
“Next time, try Pepto-Bismol. It works wonders.”
The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped
around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but
the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick peek showed a pair of
open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish
covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let
his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he
wouldn’t mind licking either.
His cock thickened.
He slid the rolling platform from beneath the
truck. The woman didn’t move. His chest ended up between her spread legs. He
swept his gaze over her thin but shapely thighs to the frayed denim cutoffs
that barely covered her ass. Right above the waistband, a small rose tattoo
partially showed. The sight of it there acted as a lure. He wanted to peel her
shorts off to see the rest of the design.
He forced his gaze higher before he gave in to
the urge. A plaid midriff shirt was tied in a loose knot under her boobs. Her
breasts matched the rest of her delicate frame, but they’d give him enough to
suckle on. Or nibble on. Or hell, cushion his head when he fell asleep in her
arms. Oh yeah, they were perfect.
The longer he stared, the quicker her chest rose
and fell. He couldn’t stop his grin from spreading if he tried. Having a hot
woman drool over him was the biggest damn turn-on a guy could get.
She placed a hand on her hip. “Do you like what
you see?”
Excerpt (R)
She
jerked her hand from his. “Where are we going?”
“Basement.
Need you.” He reached for her.
She
backed up. “We can’t. Your mom—”
He
drew her against him. “You feel that? How hard I am?”
A
soft sigh escaped her lips, his only answer.
He
brushed his fingertip across them. “I ache, darling.”
She
turned her head and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. The tug connected
with his balls. He wrenched his finger free and cupped her face between his
hands. “I’m going to take you downstairs and fuck you, Iona .
Hard and fast.” Her eyes widened. He loved the shock displayed in them. He
brushed his lips over hers. “Then tonight, you’re coming home with me, and I’m
going to love you real slow, until you beg me to fill you up.”
She
shook her head. “No sleepovers. No commitments. I told you that. Besides, your
mom is picking me up early. We’re going shopping.”
Her
words danced through his head. Disappointment hit first, then excitement
flared. “You didn’t say no to now.”
She
swallowed hard. “I don’t know. I want you, but…”
“But
what?”
She
glanced in the direction of the living room. “What if somebody walks in on us?
Your family will assume we’re in a relationship.”
“Nobody
will catch us.” With a single finger, he turned her face toward him. “Do you
trust me?”
Her
cautious nod answered him.
“Good.”
That was all he needed to know. He lifted her, a hand on her bottom.
“Wyn—”
He
nipped her lip. “Quiet. We only have a few minutes.” He pulled the basement
door shut behind them and turned the lock. “And I’m not wasting them talking.”
“You’re
serious.” Her whisper matched her widened eyes.
He
hurried down the stairs and dropped her bottom on the back of the sofa. “Yeah.
I don’t think I’ll survive a whole day without you.”
She
clutched at his shirt. “Oh.”
One
word. Damn he loved how she reacted to him. He popped the button on her shorts
and tugged the zipper. She lifted her bottom. No hesitation. No denial. He held
her acceptance close.
“Next
time, I’ll worship you. Head to toe. Eat you out. Lick your breasts. Give you
everything.” Hand fisted around her waistband, he glanced at her. “You want
that?”
She
nodded. “Yes. I want.”
“Good,
but tonight I need you. Just like this.”
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Author Bio
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is
convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you
won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes
with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also
enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and
people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked
in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect
outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It
carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a
habit of forgetting to eat and sleep.
Fortunately, she’s married to her own
knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They
reside in Pennsylvania
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