At least, I hope it’s happy. I always figured Tuesday was the one day of the week we could do without. Sure, it’s not Monday, but you don’t have the weekend immediately behind you, and you still have four more days until Saturday.
That doesn’t mean it can’t be an awesome day anyway. If you’re here, it means you’re being treated to all manner of amazing book blurbs and excerpts, from so many fantastic authors.
And I’m curious, on this fine Tuesday, if you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?
Ian suspected if discomfort were personified, it would feel a lot like this. Every question he asked, each conversation starter he produced, Mercy knocked back in single syllables.
“How’s Atlanta this time of year?”
“Any other plans while you’re in town?”
“How ’bout that local sports team, huh?” He left the question intentionally vague.
That caused a twitch of her lips. The corners tugged up, and a smile threatened. Good look on her. Then again, everything about her screamed careless seduction. Her faded jeans hugged her ass the way his hands itched to, and her top stopped a few inches short of her waist, leaving a hint of skin exposed and tempting him. Her hair was still pulled up from the wedding, though chunky tendrils escaped and hung down her long neck, and the smudges of mascara under her eyes made him think freshly fucked. Or maybe it was studying her and his wishful thinking that did that.
He didn’t put any effort into hiding his appraisal of her. Gone was the awkward girl who never left his kid sister’s side except to ask Ian some of the most bizarre, insightful, and wonderful philosophical questions he’d heard at that age. This woman was confident, unintentionally elegant, and making his cock jerk every time she licked her lips or brushed her hair out of her face. If his joke got an almost smile from her, could he coax a few more words out, too? “How’s business?”
There went that idea. He wasn’t willing to let it drop so easily. “Rumor is Graceful Exhibition Advertising is doing something new with analytics, and providing ROI charts no one else can match. Curious how you track that on social media.”
“You know what I do.” She raised her brows.
She was surprised? “I always keep track of what the competition is up to. You’re a growing name.”
“Growing. Right. Because of our tagline.”
“Because you operate on a small budget, maintain a tiny staff who all work remotely, and kick some serious ass in online advertising.”
For the first time that evening, she seemed to relax. She sank back in her seat and tucked her legs under her and to the side. “And we help people buy sex.”
“Everyone’s selling seduction. You’re just more honest about it.”
“Even me.” He was definitely in the market now, if she was offering.
When Ian left for college. Mercy begged to go with him, so she could escape her life of probably-fatal-small-town-boredom. He refused.
Mercy found her own way out. More than a decade later, it will take her best friend’s wedding to bring her back to town for more than a layover. Mercy’s here for Liz. That won’t stop Mercy from teasing, tempting, and pushing Ian’s limits… Mostly to show him what he left behind. Only partly because he looks like a god in his tux.
The moment Ian sees Mercy—confident, stunning, and definitely all grown up—he wants a taste before she vanishes back to the big city. Then Liz discovers her fiancé is already married to someone else. Ian won’t add more heartbreak to his sister’s life by hitting on her best friend. Besides, Mercy’s advertising firm is competing with Ian’s for the same make-or-break-me contract.
Mercy and Ian are determined to go their separate ways, but fate has other plans. As they’re thrown together again and again, the temptation of forbidden fruit proves impossible to resist… but giving in could send their worlds, and the lives of those they care about most, spiraling out of control.
About Allyson Lindt
Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.