by J.L. Davis
Release Date: September 1st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Chance Promotions
Brittany Campbell is a smart, sassy woman with no filter. She has an independent streak a mile long and no man will get in her way. No matter how gorgeous he is.
Nathan Beckham works with Brittany. She can't escape him. His persistence along with his beautiful smile finally wears her down. Brittany decides to give him a chance, even though she knows he has a secret....
One that he doesn't want to share.
Can Brittany and Nathan fight for each other and the possible love that is forming between them with the roller coaster ride that is Nathan's life?
Now that I’m alone I reach under my shirt and remove this burden of a bra. I was not lacking at all in that department. I hate them.
“Need some help with that?” Nathan’s deep voice surprises me and I throw it at him not thinking.
“What the fuck, Nathan. Don’t sneak up on me,” I say, covering myself.
He chuckles. “I didn’t. I walked in as Jessa left. I just assumed you saw me.”
“Um, no. Now turn around so I can put the damn thing back on.”
“No need. I’m just grabbing a file and heading home.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“Brittany, you almost seem like you care,” he says, grabbing his chest.
“I wouldn’t go that far. That eye isn’t too good for business, though.”
“I think I look pretty bad ass actually,” he says, showing me that beautiful smile. “I think you approve, too,” He nods at my chest. I look down and see my nipples are hard, poking through my blouse. Damn them. I quickly cover up again and he chuckles walking back to his office. I’m mortified.
He comes back and I can’t help but be nosy. “Did your crazy ex give you that black eye?”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. Am I right?”
“Hardly.” He grins, sitting on the edge of my desk.
“Seriously, Nathan. Why do you have to piss me off? If my desk breaks, you’re buying me a new one. Get the fuck off.”
“I told you, I like to get under your skin. It’s fun. You’re so feisty. And I won’t break your desk by sitting on it. I could think of other ways to break it though,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me.
I won’t look at him. I’m not feeding into that. “So, you’re really not gonna tell me what happened?”
“Nope. Why do you want to know so bad?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the fighting type.” He laughs, like cracks up laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?”
“You. You don’t know me at all, but you think you have me all figured out.”
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my fucking mouth. I clearly stated that I don’t take you as a fighter. The black eye and all. You must have pissed someone off. You don’t want to talk about it. Fine. I wouldn’t either, if I got my ass whooped.”
Nathan leans down, putting his hands on either side of me on my desk, eye level with me, he catches me off guard being so close. I gasp and can’t look away. His eyes are the most beautiful color green I’ve ever seen. They’re smoldering. He’s so close, and looking at my lips as if he’s going to kiss me; my heart begins to pound into my throat. Time seems to stand still. He looks into my eyes with a cheeky grin and says, “I never get my ass whooped, sweetheart.”
He stands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles on the way out the door.
I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. That bastard. What the hell? Why did I just sit there? Why didn’t I push him away? Why didn’t I kiss him? Why the fuck am I thinking like this? I need to get a grip.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am a small town girl from Arkansas. I love chocolate, Starbucks, spending time with family, friends, going camping, mud riding and gardening but not pulling weeds. I hate that part.
I am addicted to reading and finally decided to try the writing thing in December 2016 and released my first novel, Last in May 2017. I hope to be able to write full time someday. That is my dream. I also love interacting with readers and hearing what they think of my books too.