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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Jennifer Probst sparks a blissful mind-body connection as her “sexy, satisfying” (Kirkus Reviews) new series continues!
She’s an expert in helping others de-stress, but Arilyn Meadows is running on fumes. Along with her job counseling singles seeking soul mates at the Kinnections agency in Verily, New York, she’s a yoga teacher, animal shelter volunteer, anger management therapist, and helping hand to her beloved grandfather. No time to find Mr. Right—but after discovering her yogi boyfriend in a compromising asana, Arilyn would rather dog-sit for her honeymooning friend Kate than risk her heart on another downward dog. And when police officer Stone Petty—radiating masculinity and bad-boy attitude—is sent to her for mandatory lessons in cooling off when the job gets too hot, Arilyn vows to ignore his seductive glances and sexy grin. But there’s no halting their sizzling flirtation—a red-hot, high-speed chase that’s breaking all the limits.
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Her step lightened and she turned the corner.
Then stopped cold.
Stone Petty sat on the curb outside the firehouse.
He held a Dr Pepper in one hand and a huge sandwich in the other. As he shoved the
awful fried mess into
his mouth, he barked into a cell phone
propped between his ear and shoulder. Instead of backward,
his hat now perched to the side like
some sort of gangster. He alternated between bites and
screaming.
“I don’t give a crap what the dickhead said! I clocked him going thirty miles over the
speed limit and then
the little shit called me names, practically challenging me to make that ticket stick.
Who cares if he got a
pretty-ass lawyer? I’m going to
court, and I won’t be changing it to a faulty headlight no matter who his
father is. You got it? Good. Nah, I’ll be
there. Yeah, forced vacay is a bitch, you know? See ya, Sam.”
In horror, she watched as he gobbled the rest up, slurped
some soda, and this time used a napkin to wipe his face. Her shadow fell over him. He
looked up.
“Oh, hey. I’m on time.
Just finishing lunch.” Arilyn blinked. A hazy red fog swarmed
her vision.
Breathe. She just needed to breathe. “I thought you
wanted to change your fast-food habits?” she asked.
Her voice sounded high and pitched. Definitely not normal.
He squinted in the sunlight and unrolled himself from the
curb. Stretching a bit, he studied her with those intense eyes that probed under her
clothes and beyond. “I do,” he said. “I got a fish fillet. Eating
Nemo instead of Elsie the Cow’s better, right?” He took a loud,
obnoxious sip of soda. “Or do you
have a problem
with that, too?”
And she knew right then and there he was screwing with her.
He’d set her up for a fall. He thought her methods were
stupid, and he wasn’t about to
try any of them.
This was war in all its bloody forms. He’d fight her forevery inch, every class, and try to drive her insane.
Did she expect him to embrace her philosophy on the second
day? No. But he was deliberately baiting her. He enjoyed pissing her off and
making a mockery of everything she passionately believed in. He wasn’t even going to be polite about it.
The Arilyn she’d made
herself into with all that
work would’ve
swallowed it. Bowed her head to his
ignorance, prayed for his health, and moved on. She’d take his
ribbing with a smile and a peaceful serenity because she was the better person.
Well, forget that.
No. She had one even better.
Fuck that.
He wanted her miserable for the remaining six
weeks? Done.
But she’d spend her
last waking moments making
sure he felt the same.
He stepped back, cocked his head, and studied her as if he
realized she’d come to an amazing lightbulb moment that would affect him. “You look funny. A
little aggravated. Am I not able to eat what I want, or does this
class limit my freedom of choice on that, too?”
She almost laughed. Almost. Instead, she pasted on her false,
cheerful smile. Arilyn would die before he figured out he knew how to push all of her
buttons. “You can eat
anything you like, Officer. I can only offer you other options. I can only remind you that
after forty, your
statistics for heart attack, cancer, and diabetes rise, especially with a diet high in fat, salt,
and sugar. I’m sure it
doesn’t matter that soda can also be used to burn off corrosion in a car battery and is
probably dooming you to ulcers and all sorts of interesting digestive problems.”
She winked. “But that’s America for you. Land
of the free, home of the brave, and all that. Enjoy the rest of
your lunch, and I’ll see you
in a few minutes.”
“Hey. I’m not forty
yet.”
She widened her eyes in a total innocent expression.
“Oh. Gee, sorry. My bad.”
The uneasy expression on his face brightened her
mood. Take that,
Officer.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Jennifer Probst - Bio: Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean. She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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