Finding
the Right Girl
A Nice GUY
to Love Spin-off
By: Violet Duke
Blurb
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling
author who brought you the Nice Girl to Love trilogy, comes A Nice GUY to
Love spin-off...
Brian Sullivan has been in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love
to early-onset Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his
brother. And somehow, his heart has managed to heal itself after both.
Amazingly, without therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten a bit more
cautious, however. Lately, Brian’s been thinking that maybe his brother’s now
retired nothing-but-flings rule isn’t such a bad idea after all. Unfortunately,
as the unofficial nice guy poster boy, Brian isn’t exactly versed in the fine
art of flings. So he looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ inexplicably
enigmatic, provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.
There’s absolutely no way he’s falling in love with this one...right?
Tessa has no idea what she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of
fling expert. She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know
where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary lapse in
sanity—no doubt because of the can’t-help-but-fall-for-him brain fuzz that hits
her whenever he’s around. Not only does the man have her being more herself
than she’s ever been in her life, but he’s the only person she knows who seems
to have as many demons and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more,
he’s got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope
for years ago.
A happily ever after.
Excerpt
"Babe, we have to stop. You're hurting and your emotions have gone
through the wringer tonight. I can't
take advantage of you like that."
"Then don't,” she replied simply,
wrapping her arms around his neck. “Let
me take advantage of you.”
Jerking back to put some head-clearing
distance between them was about as painful as ripping off his own skin. “Why don’t we just hang out tonight? We can sit and talk more about those
dickheads we ran into tonight if it’ll help, or we could just watch a
movie…anything you want to do."
He quickly snatched her wandering hands
as they traveled down his lats and started tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. "Anything except that," he
groaned. "Work with me here,
woman." Raggedly, he put his
forehead against hers and counted to ten to try and find the tattered remains
of his restraint.
The thought almost made him laugh. Who was he kidding? He had no restraint when it came to
Tessa. By the fifth second, his lips had
already found their way back to hers.
And goddammit if her whole body didn’t
just tremble right there in his arms.
She was just so mind-wreckingly
responsive. As usual, without even
trying, she was driving him batshit crazy.
Tapping into a reserve even he didn’t
know he had, he broke off the kiss and took another step away from her. Then he watched in sad disbelief as her
expression became completely shuttered a half an instant later—closing him out
behind the walls of a now ten-story castle and a moat filled with
fire-breathing piranhas.
The lightning quick response time of
her defenses was a punch to his gut. What the hell happened in her past?
"Look Brian, if you don't want to,
you can just tell me you know. I’m a big
girl; you don't have to make excuses to let me down easy—"
He gave her a look that said he
wondered about her IQ before grabbing her hand and dragging it over the zipper
of his jeans. "Does that feel like
I don't want to?"
Her eyes widened, and her grip closed
tight around him.
Bourbon soaked shards of glass went
hissing down his throat. "For
chrissakes, stop." The blood supply in his brain was dipping
down to a dangerous low.
And the damn temptress was clearly all
torn up about it. He glared at the smile
she was biting back. “I’m glad you find
this so amusing.”
“It’s not amusement, it’s relief. Here I was thinking it was just me getting
affected with my perpetually wet panties around you and all."
A seriously pained groan escaped him
then. "To preserve my sanity—and
your panties—don’t use the word wet in any more sentences tonight."
She sighed. "I don't know why you're making such a
big deal out of this. You heard Troy
earlier this evening. Being the ‘good
girl’ was never my thing." She
brushed up against the hardening ridge tenting his jeans to drive home her
point.
With a muttered curse, he clamped one
arm around her waist and tangled his free hand in her hair. "Sweetheart, this thing between us is a big deal," he said roughly,
tugging gently on her hair and nearly losing it when she arched her back in
response. Her fitted tee was so
paper-frickin’-thin. One sharp yank was
all it’d take to rip it right down the middle.
Jesus
Christ, he needed to find some control.
"Tessa, when, and yes I said when we have sex, I’ll make damn sure
that every single second of it seeps into your bones, burns into your memory,
and turns into a relentless craving that makes you forget all the assholes from
your past,” he ran his lips along the thrumming pulse at her throat, “and if
I’m really lucky, it’ll also help ruin you for all other men
completely."
Author Info
National
bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who
is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun
contemporary romance novels. Besides
writing and feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she can often be found
tackling reno projects with her power tools and trying pretty much anything
without reading the directions first, or cooking 'special edition' dishes that
laugh in the face of recipes. Violet
lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.
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