Icing on the Cake
Close to
Home Series ●
Book 2
KARLA
DOYLE
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Series: Close to Home, Book 2 (may be read as a standalone)
Release Date: July 1, 2014
Blurb
Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale
perfect…if their siblings can get along.
Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the
outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.
Curtis doesn’t buy in to
organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would
have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his
handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.
One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in
her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…
Excerpt:
The pastor wrapped up the rehearsal with a
reminder of when everybody needed to arrive tomorrow. Nia practically jumped
into Conn’s arms. Forget about waiting to kiss the bride, Conn laid one on his
bride-to-be right then and there.
Sara had to admit, it was a hot one. Kind of had
her rethinking her decision about the sexless weekend—and the tattooed cop.
“Everybody back
to the house for barbecue and beer.” Her dad waved his hand in front of
him, as if the simple action finalized the command. “You too, Ben.” This, he directed at the pastor. “Bring a date if you’d like, we’ve got plenty of
food and drinks.”
“Thanks, Peter.
No lady in my life at the moment, but I’d love to join you all after I lock up here.”
“Great.” Dad shot her a
hopeful look that included a wink. “We’ll see you there.”
Oh, for crying out loud. It wasn’t enough that she’d agreed to be
the pink-satin-wearing sidekick in Nia’s fairytale wedding, now her dad wanted to set her up with a
freaking pastor? Her family really needed to get with the program. The
one where she was a lost cause in the growing-up and settling-down departments.
While the Lawler and Chambers family units
hovered around the glowing couple, Sara beelined it toward the outside aisle, and
temporary freedom.
“Hey,” a deep, husky
voice called as she reached the vestibule.
Not her dad. Not the pastor or Conn, either.
That left two men—Conn’s father or his
brother. Sara only had fifty bucks spending money to get her through to payday
next week, but she’d bet it on the brother. A voice that sexy had to belong to a
hard-bodied hottie with lots of ink.
She paused, turned, and won the self-imposed
bet.
“Last one to show
up, now the first one to leave.” Conn’s brother took a few more steps,
positioning himself between Sara and the door. He tucked his hands into the
front pockets of some fine-fitting jeans. “You’re not trying to skip out on the rehearsal party, are you?” His stance and
tone were casual. His pointed remarks, not so much.
“Aww, isn’t this sweet? We
haven’t even been formally introduced and already you’re devastated at the thought of
an evening without me.”
His eyes twinkled and the corner of his mouth
twitched. “Curtis Lawler,
Conn’s older brother.” He didn’t offer a hand to shake. Just
stepped closer, completely invading her personal space. “And you’re Sara.”
“Figured that out
on your own, detective, or did they show you my mug shot in advance to make
things easier?”
“It’s Constable
first-class, but that’s a mouthful, even for one that works as well as yours. Probably
easiest if you call me sir.”
“Never going to
happen, lawman.”
She tried to sidestep him and he mirrored the action,
halting her getaway without laying a finger on her. But damn, he might as well
have touched her, because every inch of her skin had goose bumps from the
electricity between them.
“Never’s a long time.” Curtis’ gaze locked with hers and a
wicked smile curved his sensual lips. “And for the record, I’m not a patient man.”
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Thank you for posting and sharing the cover & excerpt! :)
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