Synopsis
CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU pits handsome, cantankerous veterinarian Brawley Odell against hometown girl Maggie Sullivan. When asked to design heiress Annelise Montjoy's wedding gown, Maggie views it as her golden ticket out of Maverick Junction. At every turn, though, she bumps into Brawley, her high school sweetheart. He'd left her for college and a career in Dallas. But, now, country right down to the tips of his cowboy boots, he's returned to take over old Doc Gibson's practice while Maggie longs to escape to New York City's fashion district. Brawley's never stopped loving Maggie. Can he talk her into hanging around long enough to give him a second chance? Long enough to talk her into designing a dress for her own wedding--to him?
Excerpt
They
argued over the check.
“It’s
not a date,” she reminded him. “Therefore, I pay for my own meal.”
“It’s
two friends—”
At
her raised brows, he backtracked. “It’s two old
acquaintances sharing dinner. If one wants to pick up the other’s tab, why
not?”
“You’re
impossible.”
“My
mom’s told me that a time or twelve.”
He
walked her to her car. Before she could open the door, he snaked an arm around
her waist and pulled her to him. When his mouth came down hot and hard on hers,
she shocked him by rising on tiptoes to meet him. She melted into his kiss. It
had been so long and felt so good. So right.
When
he lifted his head and stepped back, Maggie blinked. The world tilted, shook,
then resettled.
“Why
did you do that?” she whispered.
“I’m
a starving man, Maggie Sullivan. I’ve been aching to taste those lips again.
That mouth.”
“That’s
your definition of friendly?” She fought to get her breathing under control.
“Not
yours?”
“No.”
“Don’t
guess it was.” He tucked his hands in his pockets.
Reaching
behind her, she opened the car door and slid in. If her hands shook when she
inserted the key into the ignition, it was because she was tired. It had grown
late and she’d had a long day.
It
had nothing whatsoever to do with the man standing beside her car, watching her
like a cat. Nothing to do with that kiss he’d just planted on her.
Nothing
to do with the hunger he’d ignited.
Damn
him to hell and back.
About Author Lynnette Autin
Lynnette Hallberg grew up in Pennsylvania's Alleghany Mountains, moved to New York, then to the Rockies in Wyoming. Presently she, her husband, and her Siamese cat divide their time between Naples, Florida's beaches and Georgia's Blue Ridge Mountains. She has a Master's in Educational Leadership and taught middle school language arts before leaving it to write full-time. A lover of books, Lynnette loves to read and write and lvoes nothing better than to lose herself in her characters' world. Besides reading and writing, she loves to travel. She's visited all fifty states with the exception of Alaska. She's traveled extensively throughout Canada, Mexico, Europe, Africa and Central America---always on the lookout for new characters or a new story.
Twitter: @LynnetteAustin
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