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While he may look
like the love child of a movie starlet and an NFL linebacker, Ben Langley has
the people skills of a half-drowned porcupine. Why socialize when there are
chemistry labs and bad sci-fi flicks? If he has any hope of taking the helm as
CEO of the family business, Ben needs an image makeover. Pronto.
Enter Holly Colvin, owner of First Impressions
public relations and branding firm, and the woman who just saved Ben from the
clutches of an over-attentive sales clerk. Holly’s rebranded hundreds of
companies in her career, but she’s never rebranded a person. The guy clearly needs help, though, and she’s just the
woman for the job.
With the clock ticking for them both, Holly and Ben
face off over wardrobe malfunctions and business jargon that sounds a lot
sexier than it should. But can Holly make Ben into the man he thinks he should
be without losing the man she’s starting to love?
“I hope I read that
right.” The brunette scooted out from under his arm, and he instantly missed
her softness. She looked up at him with those odd violet-gray eyes and smiled.
“You looked like you were being eaten alive there, but too polite to tell her
to back off.”
“Eaten alive,” he
repeated, a little mesmerized by the woman’s eyes. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“Seemed like that’s what
was going on. Salesgirl sees a big guy with a big budget and big—” She paused,
then gave a small shrug. “Well, sometimes it brings out the worst in women.”
“Thank you,” he said,
meaning it. “I’ve been flying back and forth between cities all week, so I’m a
little jet-lagged and distracted. I guess I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure
I was being—uh—”
“Hit on? Ogled? Mentally
undressed?”
“Right.” He cleared his
throat. “Not until you pointed it out. Thanks for the rescue.”
“No problem. Pay it
forward sometime.”
“Is that real? It’s huge.”
She blinked, then glanced
down at the paperweight-sized rock adorning her ring finger. “Nah, I keep it in
my purse for when I want to avoid getting hit on at ladies’ night.”
“Does it work?”
“Not with the real
jackasses, which probably defeats the purpose, huh?”
He nodded, not sure what
to say to that. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”
“Holly. Holly Colvin. I’m
the owner of First Impressions.”
“First Impressions?”
“We’re a public relations
and branding firm that specializes in creating and remaking corporate
identities.” She fished into her purse to pull out a business card. She held it
out to him and Ben started to reach for it, but Holly withdrew her hand.
“Shit. Vampira the Sales
Queen is headed back here.”
Before he could say
anything, Holly was sliding her hand around to cup his ass. For a few beats, he
thought she was copping a feel, and he hoped like hell she kept doing it. Then
he realized she was tucking her card into his back pocket. She grinned and
tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Gotta commit to the role,
right?”
“Right,” he murmured,
staring down into those slate-speckled eyes. “We certainly do.”
“I suppose we could throw
in a little something extra if you really want her to buy it.”
“Like what?”
Her lips parted slightly,
almost like she was braced for a kiss. Or was that his imagination? It seemed
hot in here, and he was getting dizzy, and now all he could think about was
claiming those perfect lips.
“I’m sure you’ll come up
with something,” she murmured.
Her mouth looked so soft,
so inviting, and he could have sworn her lashes fluttered low the way they
might if she were waiting for him to make a move. A big move.
He knew what he needed to
do. What he wanted to do.
And with that, he bent and
kissed her.
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Holy mother of hard-ons.
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Okay, Holly couldn’t
actually detect a hard-on, but she was feeling every other inch of this
luscious man with the enormous hands and the sexy-geek vibe and the magical
mouth that was kissing her silly in the middle of the damn furniture store.
Had she started it, or had
he? Did it matter?
*****
Tawna Fenske is a fourth-generation
Oregonian who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love
stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple
starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of
which noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a
story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations.
Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”
Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her
husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking,
snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her
back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty
pairs of eyeglasses per year.
To learn more about all of Tawna’s books, visit www.tawnafenske.com
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