Melt for You (Slow Burn #2)
by J.T. Geissinger
Kindle Edition, 344 pages
Published May 15th 2018 by Montlake Romance
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A wallflower gets seduction tips from a playboy athlete—until love changes the rules.
Socially awkward Joellen Bixby has a date every Saturday—with her cat, a pint of ice cream, and fantasies of the way-too-handsome Michael Maddox. She’d give anything to win over the unattainable CEO of her firm, but how can she when she blends in so well with her cubicle? The answer may be closer than she thinks.
Cameron McGregor is a cocky, tattooed Scottish rugby captain who just moved in next door. He’s not Jo’s type—at all—but the notorious playboy is offering to teach the wallflower everything he knows about inspiring desire. Though a lot of women have rumpled Cam’s kilt, Jo is special. Far from the ugly duckling she thinks she is, in Cam’s eyes she’s sharp, funny, and effortlessly sexy. Now, thanks to him, Jo is blooming with confidence and has the man of her dreams within reach.
Unfortunately for Cam, he’s just helped to push the woman of his dreams into the arms of another man—and now he’s in the fight of his life to keep this beauty from getting away.
Excerpt:
Cam’s face darkens with that strange tension again, but then he breaks into a grin and the moment passes as if it never happened at all. He rises, stretches his arms overhead, then yawns as if this entire conversation has bored him to tears.
“Tell you what, lass. I’m gonna do you a huge favor.”
“If the next words out of your mouth have anything to do with your penis, I will kill you where you stand.”
“Just hear me out before you go all doo-lolly on me now, darlin’.”
That growl echoing through the kitchen is emanating from inside my chest. “I don’t know what doo-lolly means, but what did I tell you about calling me darling?”
“You can tell what it means from the context. And I’ll call you whatever I want. Darlin’.”
The smug, grinning bastard. I oughta knee him right in his balls.
“You make me feel violent, McGregor. I wish I were a man so I could kick your ass.”
He laughs like I’m being silly. “Cute. But there isn’t a man alive who could kick my arse.” He flexes his arms, causing his ridiculous biceps to pop out and shine.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a migraine coming on.
“Listen. While you were tellin’ your sad story about your unrequited love for pretty boy Michael, a thought crossed my mind.”
“Must’ve been a long and lonely journey,” I mutter.
“I’m gonna help you get him.”
Startled, I look up at Cam. He’s standing there smiling like he’s just said the most intelligent, amazing thing ever spoken by a person in the history of humanity. “You’re...what?”
“I’m an expert at two things, lass.” He holds up two fingers for emphasis, as if perhaps I’m unable to count that high. “Rugby, and the art of seduction.”
Cam’s face darkens with that strange tension again, but then he breaks into a grin and the moment passes as if it never happened at all. He rises, stretches his arms overhead, then yawns as if this entire conversation has bored him to tears.
“Tell you what, lass. I’m gonna do you a huge favor.”
“If the next words out of your mouth have anything to do with your penis, I will kill you where you stand.”
“Just hear me out before you go all doo-lolly on me now, darlin’.”
That growl echoing through the kitchen is emanating from inside my chest. “I don’t know what doo-lolly means, but what did I tell you about calling me darling?”
“You can tell what it means from the context. And I’ll call you whatever I want. Darlin’.”
The smug, grinning bastard. I oughta knee him right in his balls.
“You make me feel violent, McGregor. I wish I were a man so I could kick your ass.”
He laughs like I’m being silly. “Cute. But there isn’t a man alive who could kick my arse.” He flexes his arms, causing his ridiculous biceps to pop out and shine.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a migraine coming on.
“Listen. While you were tellin’ your sad story about your unrequited love for pretty boy Michael, a thought crossed my mind.”
“Must’ve been a long and lonely journey,” I mutter.
“I’m gonna help you get him.”
Startled, I look up at Cam. He’s standing there smiling like he’s just said the most intelligent, amazing thing ever spoken by a person in the history of humanity. “You’re...what?”
“I’m an expert at two things, lass.” He holds up two fingers for emphasis, as if perhaps I’m unable to count that high. “Rugby, and the art of seduction.”
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About J.T. Geissinger
A former headhunter, J.T. Geissinger is the author of more than a dozen novels in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.
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