Accidents Make the Heart Grow Fonder
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Is fate messing with them or is he just unlucky? And seriously, how many times does a girl have to say she’s sorry?
Sabrina Eckhart is losing it. Oasis, the restaurant she manages, is getting battered by a trendy newcomer and with everyone looking to her for ideas, you could say she’s under a little pressure. But wait, that’s not all. Her evil landlady has given her until the end of the month to vacate her crummy apartment. Then there’s her thirtieth birthday looming, reminding her of the milestones she’s missed. No wonder she’s so distracted by the jogger with the tightest buns she’s ever seen she nearly flattens him with her car.
Jackson Murphy is an avid jogger, and the local television station’s scrumptious news director—if he can keep the job. Unfortunately, he has one year to resuscitate their wheezing news department or the owners are going to pull the plug. His hands are already full even without Sabrina dropping into them.
The road to love is bumpy. It’ll take all of Cupid’s arrows, and a hard shove from interfering friends, for these two to win the Dating Game.
Read the romantic comedy that’s been described as a little ‘What’s Up, Doc,’ a little ‘Bringing Up Baby,’ and a whole lotta laughs. Accidents Make the Heart Grow Fonder, a romance that packs a hilarious punch!
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Did she think she’d fallen in love with the bedroom? With the view? Silly girl, that was simple lust. This was the real deal.
Dropping the blanket in the doorway she went inside like a child entering a marvelous toy store. She drew her hand along the smooth, black marble countertop and dipped into the first of the recessed sinks. The mirror above the backsplash was large enough to hang in a dance studio. Screw her navel, she could stand in front of that and see to her knees if she backed up a few steps.
Yikes!
Why did she look at herself? Sabrina leaped to the nearest sink, turned on the faucet, and dipped her entire face into the bowl to wash off her smudged makeup. Beggars can’t be choosey, she thought, reaching to pump handsoap into her palm. To her relief, the soap had a light, clean scent and didn’t dry her skin. Come to think of it, the water itself was gentle and lacked the rusty smell she’d dealt with at Mrs. Starkey’s. She used her finger to brush her teeth and found it tasted better too.
“Knock, knock,” came a masculine voice.
Startled, Sabrina cast her eyes up and found Jackson standing in the doorway behind her, his arm bent high against the jamb, his muscular bicep and dark armpit fully exposed.
She shut off the water and rose slowly. Her eyes traveled down his reflection as she came up, the sight of his bare chest and small, dark nipples stopping her breath, the line of hair spreading out from his navel making her panties cling, and his ruby-red silk boxers bringing her out in a matching blush.
Jackson came toward her and Sabrina spun in alarm, but all he did was pluck a hand towel off the bar and offer it to her.
“For your face,” he said, his eyes dancing.
“Thank you.” While blotting her face, she decided dark, sexy whiskers this early in the morning should be banned. It was hitting below the belt—by several inches.
“Why don’t you take a shower?” he suggested. “We have time. Then, while you’re getting a cup of coffee, I’ll take my turn in here.”
“Oh, I don’t—” she began to argue.
“Or we can shower together, if you’d rather, though I’ve found you never save time that way. It always ends up taking twice as long.”
The rascal.
She relented. “I’ll shower first.”
“Good.” He turned to go, then spun back to look her over with deliberate approval. “By the way, love the underwear.”
With that, he bent, picked up the blanket in the doorway, and closed the door behind him.
“And I love your ass in those boxers,” she murmured helplessly. God, she wanted him. She just found out his full name last night and she wanted him–bad. Ugh!
ISBN: 9781086073447
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