Top Five Reasons Readers Will Swoon for Nick Frasier
Heâ€™s drop-dead gorgeous! In a tall, ripped, blond hair, blue-eyed
way. He has the scruffy 5 oâ€™clock shadow and tousled hair thing going and would
look great wearing a sandwich board!
Nickâ€™s an ex-professional quarterback turned NFL head coach whoâ€™s very
passionate about his job. Heâ€™s hard working, driven and relentless when
it comes to his job and reputation.
Smart, sharp, witty and sometimes bossy, (in a good way, of course!)
he keeps Marabelle guessing.
Nickâ€™s protective and possessive, especially when it comes to the
people he lovesâ€¦and he loves
But mostly, Nick Frasier is delicious, delightful and
dangerous, a triple threat to every girlâ€™s heart.
Carefulâ€¦heâ€™s all Marabelleâ€™s and sheâ€™s not above fighting you to keep
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â€śExcuse me,â€ť she said, breaking the deafening silence, â€śwe donâ€™t have all day.
The Stones will be waiting.â€ť She planted her fist on her cocked hip.
â€śNice picture of you and your dad.â€ť Nick reached for the next frame as if they
had all the time in the world.
The man made her insane. How could he appear so calm? And what was he doing
here, screwing up all her well-laid plans? Marabelle knew how to survive her
family, but she hated to have witnesses. She hated for Nick to see her reduced
to acquiescing to keep the peace, like she had no mind of her own. She hated for
him to see how little she mattered.
â€śAnd this pictureâ€”â€ť
â€śWhat are you doing here?â€ť Marabelle demanded.
He replaced the photo on the dresser in one long, slow movement that had her
gritting her teeth. â€śLooking at your pictures.â€ť He flashed his crooked grin and
turned his attention back to the photos. He lifted another silver frame of her
holding a large tennis trophy.
Marabelle snatched the photo from his hand and slammed it facedown on her
dresser, rattling the other frames. â€śYou know what I mean.â€ť
â€śRead my lips. We are not engaged,â€ť she snapped at Nickâ€™s stubborn face.
â€śThat ring on your finger says otherwise, so letâ€™s play ball, Tinker Bell.â€ť His
voice heavy with sarcasm, he grabbed her suitcase and tossed it on her bed.
The man was determined to insert himself into her life whether she wanted him
there or not. Marabelle didnâ€™t need an audience for her humiliation this
weekend. She yanked on the ring in question, but it wouldnâ€™t budge past her
knuckle. â€śWhereâ€™d you get this anyway? I think itâ€™s stuck. It wonâ€™t come off.â€ť
Nick paid her no attention as he made quick work of plowing through her folded,
neat stacks of clothes, turning her carefully thought-out packing into a
whirlpool of fabrics and colors.
â€śStop. What are you doing?â€ť She forgot the ring, rushing over to gather up the
clothes as quickly as he threw them out.
â€śIâ€™m finding you something better to wear. Here. Wear this.â€ť He held out the
pink Chanel skirt with the black silk top. â€śJesus. Take that awful outfit off. I
thought I was watching the Stepford wives downstairs.â€ť Nick reached for a black
knit cardigan with pearl buttons and shoved it on top. â€śAnd take your hair down.
I almost didnâ€™t recognize you.â€ť He gave her carefully arranged helmet head a
look of disdain. â€śAnd what happened to your freckles? I canâ€™t even see them
under that thick mask of gunk. Wash your face and put on about half the makeup
you have on now.â€ť
â€śAreâ€¦areâ€¦you crazy! It took me forever to transform into this getup. Did you not
see how thrilled my mother was?â€ť She pointed up and down at herself with her
index finger. â€śThis is who she wants me to be.â€ť
He let the clothes fall on the disheveled mound he had created. â€śBut itâ€™s not
you. Why come here and pretend to be something youâ€™re not?â€ť
â€śBecause when you live in the palace, you serve only the evil queen.â€ť Marabelle
watched Nick struggle to keep his scowl in place, but he lost the battle, and a
huge smile cracked open on his face.
Marabelle tried biting back her own smile and then she wailed, â€śThis is so not
funny. You almost gave me a heart attack down there.â€ť
â€śI could say the same.â€ť He looked pointedly at her knit suit. â€śI never thought
Iâ€™d say this, but frumpy Marabelle is better than creepy Marabelle.â€ť
She whirled away and started pacing. â€śHow long have you been here?â€ť
â€śI flew in, rented a car, and got here around four.â€ť
â€śNot long enough to do too much damage,â€ť she murmured half to herself.
â€śYeah, maybe because Iâ€™m not lying.â€ť
She blinked several times and then groaned. â€śHow can you say that? I had my
whole story worked out. And now thisâ€”â€ť
â€śJesus, Marabelle. Why didnâ€™t you just ask me? So far, since Iâ€™ve known you,
Iâ€™ve managed to say no to youâ€¦oh I donâ€™t knowâ€¦how aboutâ€¦never.â€ť A wave of shock
sliced through her. But Nick showed no mercy. â€śYou still donâ€™t get it. Iâ€™m on
your team. And that means Iâ€™ll back you up and even take a sack for you.â€ť
Marabelle lowered her head and fiddled with the beautiful ring on her finger.
Nick was right; heâ€™d been nothing but helpful to her. â€śYou donâ€™t understandâ€¦my
family. Theyâ€™re carelessâ€”â€ť
â€śSo we deal with it together. Youâ€™re gonna become a team player if it kills me.â€ť
Team player? She snapped her head up. Sheâ€™d played on a team. In her day, sheâ€™d
been one of the top-ranked doubles partner in the South. â€śOkay. But I get to
call the plays.â€ť
knows sheâ€™s a gal who can get things done. Feeling unappreciated at the
exclusive private school where sheâ€™s a kindergarten aide and varsity tennis
coach, Marabelle determines to score with the next big fundraiser. What she
doesnâ€™t expect? A smokin' hot football coach to throw her off her game...
MICHELE SUMMERS writes about small-town life with a Southern
flair, and has her own interior design business in Raleigh, North Carolina, and
Miami, Florida. Both professions feed her creative appetite and provide a daily
dose of humor.
Oh my fav bad boy is Roarke from JD Robb's In Death Series... (Colleen Conklin 9:26pm May 10, 2017)
I'd say the breeding of good manners regardless of the circumstances. (Kathleen Bylsma 11:27pm May 10, 2017)
Honor, integrity and courtesy. (Sharon Berger 11:27am May 11, 2017)
Mine would be a tall gorgeous guy soothing with manners and is just so polite.He is the first to reach for the bill and anything one wishes it is his command. He opens all doors for woman. Just a good boy then at night he can be himself. Nice a little Rowdy but still goes to his home at night doesn't run around. (Peggy Clayton 12:30pm May 12, 2017)
I love how the bad boy is fearless. He's not afraid to do anything to impress the woman that he wants. He's also strong and sexy. (Tanja Dancy 10:46am May 14, 2017)
The best attribute has to be the accent. I love a southern accent. (Mary Songer 7:56pm May 14, 2017)