This really was perfect. She wondered, though . . .
“Tucker.”
“Yeah?”
“Can we really make this work? We both have crazy schedules.”
He smiled and smoothed her hair away from her face. “I think that’s what’ll make our relationship work so well. Not despite our atypical jobs, but because of them. I won’t have to worry about you being lonely while I’m on the road, because you have a career that keeps you busy and satisfied.”
She rolled over on her side to face him. “And I won’t have to worry about you being pissed off that I’m working so many hours, because you spend so much time on the road. And when we’re together, it’ll be quality time.”
“Exactly. Face it, Aubry, we’re perfect for each other.”
“You’re right. We are. Like tonight. Whenever we’re together it’s like we’ve been apart for months. Every time will be like this.”
“Like the very first time.” He swept his hand over her hip. “Explosive. Romantic. I promise.”
“I believe you.”
“I love you, Aubry.”
Her heart flipped. “I love you, too, Tucker.”
He pushed her back onto the bed and covered her lips with his, making her sigh with renewed arousal. He had always swept her away, had always wound her up with his words and his body and the way he had captured her attention from that very first night she’d found him in her parents’ wine cellar.
Would it always be like this? So wild and crazy and filled with excitement. She didn’t know, and even if it wasn’t, she was in this relationship wholeheartedly with him.
Forever.
Dear Reader, Thank you for reading All Wound Up. There will be more Play-by-Play books coming up. Unexpected Rush, book eleven of the Play-by-Play series, will be Barrett’s story, releasing in February 2016. While you’re waiting, I’ve included a first-chapter excerpt of Unexpected Rush for you to enjoy.
Coming up in December 2015 is Make Me Stay, book five of my Hope series. This is a small-town contemporary romance series with characters who all live in the same town, who all know one another and whose love for one another can get them through any of life’s difficulties. I hope you enjoy the first-chapter excerpt included for Make Me Stay.
Happy reading, Jaci
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“MEN SUCK.”
Harmony Evans tossed her purse on the kitchen table of her grandmother’s house and sat next to her best friend, Alyssa. It was Thursday night—family dinner night at Granny’s house. Everyone was coming over, just like every Thursday at Granny’s. Right now she’d prefer to be sitting in the corner of a dark bar, nursing a dirty martini. She was going to have to settle for sweet tea because, short of death, you did not miss Thursday night dinner at Granny’s.
She’d already come in and kissed Granny, who was holding court in the living room with Harmony’s brother Drake and some of his friends, giving her time to catch up with Alyssa.
Alyssa laid her hand over Harmony’s and cast a look of concern. “And why do you hate men? Is it Levon?”
Harmony wrinkled her nose, preferring never to hear the name of her now ex-boyfriend again. “Yes.”
“Did you two break up?”
“I did not break up with him. He gave me the classic, ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ speech. He’s doing so much international travel with the law firm, and he just can’t devote enough time to the relationship, so it wouldn’t be fair to me to lead me on when he knows he can’t commit. He went on with more excuses but it was all blah blah blah after that.” She waved her hand back and forth.
Alyssa’s gaze narrowed. “What a prick. Why is it so damn hard to find a man of value, one who will respect a woman and give her honesty?”
“I have no idea.” Harmony pulled one of the empty glasses forward and poured from the pitcher that sat in the middle of the table, already filled with tea and ice and loaded with so much sugar she’d likely be awake all night. At this point, she didn’t care. She’d work it off in a gym session tomorrow. “All I know is I’m glad to be rid of him. It was bad enough his bathroom counter had more product on it than mine did.”
Alyssa laughed. “There you go. What does a man need on his counter besides a toothbrush, soap, deodorant and a razor?”
“According to Levon, there was stuff for his beard, trimming devices, facial scrub, moisturizer—separate ones for his face and his body. An entire manicure set for his nails, for use when he wasn’t off getting mani-pedis of course.”
“Of course,” Alyssa said, then giggled.
“Oh, and the scents. Let’s not forget his entire rack of colognes.”
Alyssa nodded. “The man did reek, honey.”
“I think he owned more perfume than I do.”
“Never a good sign. See? You dodged a bullet.”
“I did.”