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An accidental pregnancy romance set in Nashville
Dynasties: Beaumont Bay #4 Read Kindle PreviewWhat happens when a good girl asks a bad boy to help her break all the rules? Find out in thisΒ Dynasties: Beaumont BayΒ novel byΒ Jessica Lemmon. Excerpt He leaned over her, his palms flat on her kitchen table. He looked good, but he smelled better. A hint of spice rolled off his neck, making her hungry for more than sushi. βWhat is it you think you heard me say?β Ha! What a lawyer-y question. βI know what I heard.β She abandoned her lunch to fold her arms over her chest. βI canβt get a date. You said so yourself.β βI asked if you had one.β βYou asked if Iβd landed one.β He nodded, letting her have that, but he didnβt seem happy about it. βI wasnβt implying you couldnβt.β βIβm not incapable of being social,β she found herself defending. βIβd been social for hours by the time you said hello. You caught me at a bad time.β He straightened and threw his arms out. βI didnβt say you were incapable of being social.β βYou said Hannah was the social butterfly, and I work all the time.β Her voice cracked, emotion causing her throat to tighten. She was trying not to sound weak or defensive, but it was hard when the guy she liked way too much thought she was an antisocial stick-in-the-mud. Rather than lean this time, he pulled out a chair and scooted closer to her. She gazed into his fathomless gray-blue eyes and briefly imagined another scenario that would bring him this closeβone where they werenβt arguing about her being a workaholic. One that would give her a taste of the lips sheβd been longing for over the last year. Dammit. Why hadnβt she corrected him at the party? Then he would have been polite and nice and she could have been spared his uninvited opinions. βI was complimenting your work ethic,β he said. βGranted, I could have done a better job.β βYa think?β His mouth slipped into a smirk and his voice came out more tender than before. βI was suggesting you deserved some time off, not accusing you of not knowing how to have fun.β Well. That was sort of nice. Butβ¦ βYou werenβt exactly trotting out the compliments.β She took a drink of her iced tea. A big enough gulp that she nearly choked when he continued. βYou want compliments? The truth is I have never been able to understand why you donβt bring a date. Look at you.β He did then, raking his eyes over her in a slow perusal that made her wiggle in her chair. βYouβre damn gorgeous. And smart. Funny. Unique.β βSo unique you assumed I was Hannah when you saw me?β she clipped. βCan I add smart-ass to the list?β He gave her a full-on grin, his eyes twinkling, and she suddenly regretted crossing his name out with permanent marker. Similarly, she couldnβt erase her memories of what heβd said last night. βIn my defense,β he continued, βI had second thoughts the moment I addressed you as Hannah. What was I supposed to do? Call you a liar? Or worse, compliment you on your smoking hot dress and ask you to dance?β Oh, that would have been lovely. βAnd then,β he said, his voice low and seductive, βwhen I gave in to the urge to run my fingers over those creamy, exposed shouldersβ¦β Hallie leaned closer, hooked on his every word. Heβd thought her dress was smoking hot? And heβd wanted to dance with her? To touch her? βWould you have come to my funeral?β he murmured. She blinked. βWhat?β βIf you had actually been Hannah, Will would have murdered me.β βYouβre saying itβs my fault,β she grumbled, feeling regret tenfold. βPartially. Iβm sorry if I offended you. I recognize when someone needs a break, and you, Hallie, have earned one.β He took a deep breath before he continued. βI was raised in a family whose motto is work hard and work harder. Iβve resisted that with everything I am. Everyone has a breaking point, you know.β βAnd you think Iβm at a breaking point?β βNot yet.β His smile was soft, his eyes locked on hers. She was still in shock. She assumed he could take her or leave her and that she was alone in admiring him from afar. Now he was smirking and smiling and saying sexy things to her. It was too much to process over a tuna poke bowl. βForgive me?β He offered his hand and she regarded it dubiously. She didnβt recall ever shaking Gavinβs hand. Even when theyβd first met. Overwhelmed by the need to touch him, she agreed without a second thought and slid her hand into his. βThereβs nothing to forgive.β She was going to add a thank-you for the compliments and a return apology for faking her identity, but the words frittered into the sizzling air between them. His hand was larger than hers, his skin slightly tanned. He had long fingers and attractive knuckles. His grip was firm, yet gentle. And warm. So warm. His smile held, his eyelids sinking to half-mast. βHallie Banks. Golden eyes, dimples, able to lift one eyebrow without trying. Mistaking you for your sister isnβt something youβll be able to accuse me of again.β Β * * * Start Reading GOOD TWIN GONE COUNTRY Now Dynasties: Beaumont Bay TWIN GAMES IN MUSIC CITY
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