Elvis might have a blue Christmas with out you, but
Jeanne St. James knows how to properly color your winter holidays with a
bossy, possessive, brother in blue, Max Bryson. Let this police officer with
ice-blue eyes send shivers down your spine.
Brothers
in Blue: Max (Brothers in Blue, book 1)
By Jeanne St. James
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Blurb:
Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of
her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to
small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting
heads with a frustrating local cop.
As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.
Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?
As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.
Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?
Excerpt:
It was late. Her stomach was
painfully full. Greg was dozing off by the fire in his new NASCAR sweatshirt
and baseball cap. Amanda wondered if she would ever be able to get him out of
those clothes again.
The men had carried the
ridiculous number of gifts that Greg had received to the car, then suspiciously
all disappeared.
Max stomped the newly fallen snow
off his feet as he came back inside. She met him at the front door.
“I brushed off the car and
started it so it would warm up.”
“Thanks,” she murmured as he
helped her into her faux-fur jacket.
“I can follow you home.”
“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to
inconvenience you.”
“It’s not a problem. I’m going
home anyway.”
“Oh, you don’t live here?”
Max chuckled and tilted her face
up to his. “I haven’t lived with my parents since I was eighteen. I have a
house closer to town.” He brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m glad you
came.”
“I am too.”
He pointed to something over her
head. She raised her eyes to the infamous mistletoe hanging above her.
She raised her eyebrows. He was
going to kiss her? Here? In his parents’ house?
Her eyelids dropped as his head
lowered.
Oh yes. He was going to kiss her.
No doubt about it.
Her heart pounded.
She shouldn’t let him; her mind
was saying it wasn’t a good idea. Her body was saying otherwise.
His warm breath caressed her lips
and mingled with hers. She waited. And waited. Her eyelids fluttered back open;
the intensity of his ice-blue eyes bored into her. She tried to speak, but he
swiftly crushed her lips with his. Angling his head, he ground his tongue with
hers. She reached up to grip his shirt.
Oh. Yes.
He drove his fingers into her
long auburn waves to pull her even closer. Then as quickly as it began, he
pulled away, laying his forehead against hers, both of them panting softly.
That was even better than she’d
dreamed.
Amanda unwound her fingers from
the shirt fabric, brushing her hand down his broad chest, to his narrow waist
and lower… Max grabbed her wrist tightly.
“I’m having a hard time
controlling myself as it is.”
She nodded slightly, touched her
lips with shaky fingers, then turned away. She left him there and went to wake
Greg, bundling him up in his heavy winter coat. Max continued to stand stiffly
by the front door, silently watching her as they left. Legs trembling, she
stepped out into the snow.
She gripped Greg’s hand to help
guide him over the slippery walkway to the car. The moonlight’s reflection off
the snow lit their way.
A fierce shiver ran up her spine.
Amanda wanted to think it was
from the cold. But she knew better.
Author
Bio:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance
author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started
writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl
magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She
is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F
ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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