
After serving her
country, Georgia Trulane craves adventure—and sex. She's set her sights on her
brother's best friend—now her boss, since she took a temporary job as his
nephew's live-in nanny. Only problem? Eric refuses to touch her. That doesn't
stop Georgia from seducing him. But an earth-shattering encounter leaves her
fully exposed, body and soul.
Eric has a long
list of reasons to steer clear of the woman he has wanted for as long as he can
remember. For one, he refuses to be her next thrill ride. When he claims her,
it will be for good. But the attraction is undeniable, and the more they fight
it, the stronger it pulls. But will it be enough to conquer their obstacles?
Full
Exposure
Independence
Falls Book One
By: Sara Jane Stone
Releasing July 1st, 2014
Avon Impulse
Georgia walked into
the kitchen wearing a purple bikini, hoping and praying for a reaction from the
man she’d known practically forever.
Seated at the kitchen table, Eric Moore, her brother’s best friend, now
her boss since she’d taken over the care of his adopted nephew until he found
another live-in nanny, studied his laptop as if it held the keys to the world’s
greatest mysteries. Unless the answers
were listed between items b and c on a spreadsheet about Oregon timber
harvesting, the screen was not of earth-shattering importance. It certainly did not merit his full attention
when she was wearing an itsy-bitsy string bikini.
“Nate is asleep,” she said.
Look up. Please, look up.
Eric nodded, his gaze fixed to the
screen. Why couldn’t he look at her with
that unwavering intensity? He’d snuck
glances. There had been moments when
she’d turned from preparing his nephew’s lunch and caught him looking at her,
really looking as if he wanted to memorize the curve of her neck or the way her
jeans fits. But he quickly turned away
“Did you pick up
everything he needs for his first day of school tomorrow? I don’t want to send him unprepared.”
His deep voice
warmed her from the inside out. It was
so familiar and welcoming, yet at the same time utterly sexy.
“I got all the
items on the list,” she said. “He is
packed and ready to go.”
“He needs another
one of those stuffed frogs. He can’t go
without his favorite stuffed animal.”
If she hadn’t been standing in his
kitchen practically naked, waiting for him to notice her, she would have found
his concern for the three-year-old’s first day of preschool sweet, maybe even
heartwarming. But her body wasn’t
looking for sentiments reminiscent of sunshine and puppies, or the whisper of
sweet nothings against her skin. She
craved physical contact—his hands on her, exploring, each touch making her feel
more alive.
And
damn it, he still hadn’t glanced up from his laptop.

I don't have a brother so no! LOL thanks for the opportunity!
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