A second chance never looked so goodâ€¦
Bobbi-Jo Barker has been in love with the wrong man for years. A man who doesn’t fit into the perfect, controlled life she’s created.A man who,once, not only broke her heart but nearly destroyed her. So the fact that he’s back in town shouldn’t matter because he’s all wrong for her, or so she thinks…
Shane Gallagher, prodigal son and all around hellion, has returned to the small town of New Waterford not only to mend fences, but to get his life back together. What he doesnâ€™t count on are the feelings he still has for the one woman who can break himâ€”the one who still holds his heartâ€”the one woman who is totally wrong for him.
And yet, as Bobbi and Shane are thrown together and begin to navigate a life with each other in it, neither can deny the attraction they feel, or the emotions that come with itâ€”the good and the bad. And so the question becomesâ€¦ can these two damaged souls survive a second chance at love?
He could smell her, and that male part of him, that caveman fucking Tarzan part of him erupted, and it took everything he had not to grab her hips and pull her down. He wanted to lick her into a frenzy. Watch her come. Watch her writhe beneath him and take him deep. He wanted all of that.
And yet, he wanted more.
â€śI thought,â€ť he began hoarsely but then her fingers were on his mouth and he was silenced.
I thought we werenâ€™t gonna do this.
â€śDonâ€™t think, Shane.â€ť Bobbi slid into the tub beside him. She grabbed the beer out of his hand and took a long, slow, drink.
He watched her throat moveâ€”slowly, seductivelyâ€”as she drank. And of course his thoughts went south. They went way south and it sure as hell wasnâ€™t a bottle he envisioned those luscious lips wrapped around.
She set the bottle on the ledge and moved closer, the steam from the hot tub forming a cloud of mist around them but Shane inched away, suddenly unsure and even though his dick was as hard as a rock, he needed toâ€”
Bobbi frowned. â€śYouâ€™re thinking.â€ť
â€śNo shit,â€ť he muttered, putting another few inches between them.
â€śI told you I didnâ€™t want you to think.â€ť