Pleasing the Manwhore, book 1
by Jenna Fox
by Jenna Fox
Tricia McBride was one magical woman.For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Susan, then please check out her website.
After the movie ended, Noah waited at the top of the stairs until Tricia had said her good-nights to the kids, then he stopped her on her way to her bedroom.
"Thank you for setting up the movie night," he said. "They---we all enjoyed it."
"Who won the popcorn contest?"
He smiled. "Adam. Or at least he had fewer pieces on the floor than I did. You know, for all that he said it was a movie for babies, he seemed to get pretty interested along the way."
"I was glad to see it. He gets bored fast."
"All his life." Noah didn't know what else to say, but he didn't want to stop talking. ~ within Chapter 8
"Is she your girlfriend?"For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Allison, then please check out her website.
Lisa nearly choked, particularly when Rourke sent her a sidelong look. "Does she look like she's my girlfriend?"
The little girl's eyes were just as dark as Rourke's; a startling contrast considering the golden curls spilling around her head. And they focused on Lisa with an unnerving intensity. "Maybe," she determined. "But I'm gonna marry Uncle Rourke, anyway. He's mine."
Lisa couldn't help but smile. "I see." ~ within Chapter 2
Aiden was nowhere in sight, but from what sounded like his bedroom, he added, "I'll be right out. Mickey just anointed my shirt. I have to change into a clean one."
So, only a few feet away, Aiden was bare-chested....
Emmy's mouth went dry as she imagined how wonderful he must look without a shirt on. Broad, naked shoulders. Hard pectorals. A flat, washboard stomach.
Did he have hair on his chest? she wondered. A little? A lot?
"No rush," she answered, somewhat belatedly and in a voice that cracked slightly. But she chanted silently, Professionalism and self-restraint. Professionalism and self-restraint. ~ within Chapter 5
Pure want pounded through his veins. "You made it clear our plans for the future didn't jibe."
"That hasn't changed."
"Everything has changed." He shifted in his seat, the leather creaking as he leaned closer to her.
Her pupils dilated. She swayed nearer. Still he waited, taking his time to breathe in the fresh scent of her, the flowers and the greenery she worked with.
He slid an arm along the back of her seat, just cupping her shoulder, absorbing the feel of her, remembering. Her curves fit into the curve of his arm, softer, fuller with the swell of pregnancy between them.
He forced himself to move away. "This baby puts a whole new spin on priorities, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can move on to the good stuff."
She flopped back with a frustrated sigh. "You have a one-track mind." ~ within Chapter 3
Instead of the conservatively dressed woman he'd seen last night, today his wife of less than a week wore a tank top and shorts. Her feet were bare, her hair piled up on top of her head in a ponytail and she was chewing gum. She was, he acknowledged wryly, a teenage boy's dream. Which meant he had no excuse for what he was feeling---he was old enough to know better.
Still, the information didn't seem to have any impact on the sudden rush of blood south or the desire to cross the room, pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He imagined her yielding and aroused, straining to get closer, reaching for him as they---
He forced the erotic images out of his mind. This was a marriage of practicality, he reminded himself. Nothing more. ~ within Chapter 6
"You were dancing, alone in the dark," he said as if she hadn't spoken at all. As if he were prompting her memory. "You didn't notice me, so I watched you as you swayed to the music, tipping your head back, your hair sliding across your shoulders."
"Nick..."
"You has a smile on your face," he said, his voice lower now, deeper, and she wouldn't have thought that was possible. "As if you were looking up into the eyes of your lover."
Jenna swallowed hard and shifted uneasily as her body blossomed with heat. With need. "Don't do this, Nick..."
"And I wanted to be the lover you smiled at. The lover you danced with in the dark." ~ within Chapter 6
He was starting to sound annoyed, and she bit back any more expressions of concern that he seemed to be so nonchalant about the possibility that his unpleasant resident would hurt his résumé. Maybe he was right, maybe one ill-tempered resident and one uncaring attending wouldn't cause much trouble for Ron. But that didn't mean he should just give up and say there was nothing he could do about it.
Irked with him for not listening to her, she shrugged. "Fine. It's your career."
"Exactly." ~ within Chapter 7