Luke Garrison is a hometown hero, a member of the National Guard ready to deploy again. Strong, sweet, and sexy, he doesn't have a girlfriend and doesn't want one. When the wildly beautiful Harper stumbles into his life, though, he realizes that she's the perfect decoy. A fake girlfriend to keep his family off his back until he's out on another mission.
So what if a single bite of her lip sends his mind to wicked places? He can control himself. Can't he?
Harper was on her way to starting a new life... again. But something about Luke makes her want to settle down in this small town and make Luke's house a home. When his arms wrap around her like steel, she finally knows what it's like to feel safe. Protected.
One night of sleeping in the same bed turns into something much, much more... and soon Luke can't keep his mind off Harper's wide gray eyes, or his hands off of her luscious curves. He never thought he'd feel this way about a woman again. But he knows that he can't tell her the truth about his dark past, and she can't reveal to him what she's running from.
Anyway, this isn't a real relationship. It's only for a month. Only pretend. Until it isn't...
“What the hell were you doing? I come in and you’re shaking your ass on the counter.” He was shouting.
“I was getting a cup for juice,” Harper shouted back. “I thought you were out for a run.”
“I was,” he gritted out. “I have an early meeting.”
“Oh.”
“Why don’t you have any clothes on?”
Harper realized that her bare breasts were smashed into the kitchen floor and her underwear was halfway down her thighs.
“Oh my God!” Harper tried to wriggle free.
“For the love of God, Harper, stop wiggling.”
“Just let me — Oh.” He was hard. She felt him through the incredibly thin gym shorts, nestled against the juncture of your thighs. “Luke?”
“Just give me a minute,” he muttered.
“You sound mad,” she whispered.
“Harper!” He barked her name and she felt him twitch against her. He sighed. His breath was a warm breeze on her neck. “Okay. Get up.”
He pushed himself off the floor and pulled her up by the elbow. Harper set about yanking her underwear back into place with one hand while trying to cover her breasts with the other arm.
“What’s the point, Harp? I’ve already seen it all.” He looked annoyed.
“Fine.” She dropped her arm and put her hands on her hips. “You’re this mad because I climbed up on the counter?”
His gaze flickered up to her face and back down again. Harper set her jaw. “Eyes up here, buddy.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why are you so pissed?”
“Fuck it.” He grabbed her — again by the waistband of her underwear — and yanked her against him. They stood that way, mouths a breath apart, for a second and then another one. Harper moved first. She brought her hands to his shoulders. When he didn’t move, she rose on tiptoe and slowly brought her lips to his.
His mouth, like the rest of him, was hard...
About the Author
Lucy Score was born in rural Pennsylvania, land of chicken and waffles. Obsessed with books since kindergarten, Lucy began penning her own fiction in the second grade when the teacher assigned "My Life on the Mayflower" essays. She enjoys cooking, yoga, and napping. Lucy dedicates her days to crafting steamy romance stories so hot her family can't look her in the eye.
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