September 23rd, 2014
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In USA Today bestselling author Laura Drewry’s witty, sizzling, and tender romance for readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, a woman who can’t slow down discovers that the perfect guy is in hot pursuit.
Even when her hair salon goes under and she’s on the brink of breaking, Regan Burke keeps her “I’m just fine” attitude. She’s had a tough life, coping with a difficult family and keeping her act together . . . barely. Right now, she just needs a job, any job, so she can pay her mother’s medical bills. It’s the exact wrong time for Carter Scott to come into her life—and to be so damn sexy, so distracting, and so determined to get close.
Carter isn’t looking for anything serious—his heart belongs to the kids who depend on his pediatric practice—but something about Regan makes him reconsider. Maybe it’s the scars she hides so well, the secrets she can’t share. Carter knows all about that kind of pain, and he wants to help. But offering Regan a job in his office only makes things worse, even if their chemistry is off the charts. Lucky for them both, Carter isn’t about to let go of love without a fight.
© 2014 Laura Drewry
“What do you m—” Jayne’s blue eyes flew wide, her jaw tightened. “Tell me you didn’t go over to Regan’s.”
“Okay, I didn’t go over to Regan’s.” He walked past her to the sink and poured himself a glass of water, but he knew better than to think Jay would leave it at that.
“What?” His grins were always wasted on Jayne when she was angry, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
“How did you . . . Nick!” she cried. “Did you give him Regan’s address?”
“Nooo . . . maybe.” He held his hands up, took a step backward, and caved. “Okay, yes. Is that bad?”
“Yes, it’s bad! Do you have any idea how mad she’s going to be?”
“I dunno about that, Jay,” Carter chuckled over a shrug. “She was in a pretty good mood when I left.”
Another snort ripped from Nick before he caught it and forced a straight face. Jayne’s glare barely breezed over her husband before closing in on Carter.
“She’s my friend, Carter.” Jayne stomped toward him, like all buck thirty of her was a big threat or something. “You can’t just screw around with her like you do with every other woman on the planet.”
“Wow. Nice, Jay.” He looked to Nick for backup, but his cousin just leaned a hip against the island, crossed his arms and waited; a human Switzerland in the middle of a family war.
It was on Carter’s tongue to set Jayne straight, to clue her into the fact that all of the women he’d hooked up with over the years knew full well he wasn’t going to stick around, and most of them were good with that. Sure, there’d been a few who’d thought . . . well, he didn’t know what the hell they thought . . . but they obviously chose to ignore him when he’d told them he wasn’t looking for anything but a night or two.
And while they were at it, maybe he’d shock the hell out of Jayne by telling her it had been months since he’d last slept with a woman. Seven and a half to be exact, but who was counting?
He didn’t even get a chance to open his mouth because Jayne was still yelling at him.
“Save the innocent act for someone else, Carter. When it comes to women, you’re a complete asshole. You don’t care about any of them; it’s all about you, what you want and when you want it.”
“Okay.” Nick stepped forward and wrapped his hand around her arm. “Maybe we should all—”
“No.” Jayne jerked free and stepped out of his reach. “Why her, Carter?”
“Why not her? She’s hot.”
Laura Drewry had been scribbling things for years before she decided to seriously sit down and write. After spending eight years in the Canadian north, Laura now lives back home in southwestern British Columbia with her husband, three sons, a turtle named Sheldon, and an extremely energetic German shepherd. She loves old tattered books, good movies, country music, and the New York Yankees.