Okay, I probably didn't need quite so many exclamation points, but I always love release day :)
Megan has always known Jack isn’t a settling-down kind of guy. But when passion finally broke their control, she had expected more than a one-night stand. Now he’s back, melting her in all the right places and tempting her to forgive and forget.
For The Guy
Short, spicy and honest. That’s the way Jack takes his relationships. One rule and three excellent reasons to keeps his hands off his gorgeous next-door neighbour. One mistake, one night of uncontrollable passion, and his best intentions are ruined along with their friendship.
“Megan’s alarm had gone off at six-thirty and, like an idiot, his body had immediately tuned in to the fact that she was waking up in bed less than two feet away from him. If not for a very flimsy wall, their headboards would be touching.”
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Meet Megan and Jack...
Her temper was hot enough to heat hell up twice over by the time she’d hopped the low hedge and bounded onto the porch. She ignored the chimes and banged a fist on the door instead.
A moment later, the door opened.
There he stood, his hair a dark, dark brown and slightly mussed. Eyes the same brown, trained on her and softened in amusement. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt. Her gaze skittered over rippled muscle and concave abdomen to where his sweatpants skimmed his hipbone. He hadn’t bothered with shoes either.
“What—” She jerked her gaze all the way back up six foot of gorgeous male. Two day’s growth shaded his jaw. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” He cracked a grin. “At least I was, until someone decided to play musical chairs with my phone.”
He raised a brow at that someone.
Damn caller id. “It’s the middle of the day,” she pointed out.
“I flew in from Kenya this morning and drove straight here from Heathrow.”
That was at least an eight-hour drive. “Why the hurry?”
“Maybe I had an itch for Cornish cream and scones.” He folded his arms and leant a hip against the doorpost. “Why the twenty questions? Did you miss me?”
The fight fled her blood, leaving her suddenly weary. “What are you doing here, Jack?”
His grin faded as he looked into her eyes, long and deep. The kind of look that made one want to lose yourself in. The kind of look that tempted one to forgive and forget. “Let’s just say I came to check up on things.”
Heat crept up her throat. She stepped back, swallowing past a lump of remembrance. “How long do you intend to stay?”
“For as long as it takes,” Jack said.
“As long as what takes?”
“Things.” He shrugged and the grin returned. “But you’re the one playing tag with my phone. Building up the courage to ask me out?”
“Dreams?” he suggested softly.
Megan bristled. “I thought you’d gone and sold your half of the house without even asking if I’d be interested in first option.” She turned and stomped down the porch steps before she slapped that arrogant grin from his face.
“What kind of bastard do you take me for?” he called after her.
“The very worst kind,” she assured him with a glance over her shoulder.