Can’t Fight This Feeling
Spikonos Brothers #2
By: Miranda Liasson
Releasing March 7, 2017
SHE WANTS TO MOVE ON…WITH SOMEONE BLAND AND BORING…
Widowed psychologist Maggie McShae is ready to find someone who won’t make her heart beat fast, her knees grow weak, or make her feel hot and cold at the same time. No one she can really love, because love brings too much pain.
Drew Poulos, son of a billionaire, is hiding out in Mirror Lake, working at his brothers’ brandy company. He inspires those very feelings Maggie’s determined to avoid. The hunky businessman, who left his high society bride at the altar, is the last person she’d ever seriously date…but he might just be perfect for a fling…
HE NEEDS A DATE FOR HIS BROTHER’S WEDDING…WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN CALM HIS QUIRKY FAMILY…
Drew’s too heartbroken to ever trust any woman again, but the sexy psychologist is the perfect person to deflect his family’s attention as his brother marries the woman Drew once thought was his.
As sparks fly, two injured hearts might just find that true love can be even better the second time around….
He gripped her head firmly with both hands and pulled it toward him, then planted a kiss tenderly on her forehead. “Don’t be afraid,” he said in a low, calming voice that touched her to the core. Still cupping her face with his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, “I want us to try, Maggie. To have a real relationship. To go wherever it is you’re willing to go.” He smiled. “Besides, I can’t resist a girl who reads Harlan Coben.”
“I do James Patterson too. And Tess Gerritsen. And John Grisham.”
“Now you’re really turning me on.” He reached out and kissed her firmly, possessively. In a way that stamped her as his. Then he pulled back a little and scanned her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Don’t go out with the fireman anymore.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
And he kissed her once more. Slow and gently, his lips barely grazing hers. Angling his face better over hers, he brought their lips flush in a deep, sensual kiss. She didn’t realize it, but she’d been waiting for this, missing it since the first time they’d made love. Despite the sudden shakiness she felt down to her bones, despite the fact that she was scared out of her ever-loving mind, nothing had ever felt so damn good.
“Maggie,” he said, stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes. “I never felt this way about anyone. But I need us to promise to be honest with each other. No matter how difficult it is.”
“Okay,” she murmured, barely able to concentrate. “I’ll be more honest. Your dog is spoiled. And by the way—what, may I ask, is she doing in my dog’s bed?”
“They worked it out. So maybe we can too.”
Suddenly he was pushing against her, toppling the both of them to the couch, kissing her deep and hard and wet, until her toes curled and every sensible thought flew far away. She had the vague impression of popcorn spilling, but it didn’t really register. Because his delicious weight was on top of her, and she couldn’t get enough of him, of his good clean smell, of his magical lips, of his hands, roving all over, sliding over the hot skin beneath her shirt.