Title:
Shiver
Author: CM Foss
Release Date: Nov 22, 2014
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This is a love
story.
This is a romantic
story.
Except bananas.
Bananas are never romantic.
Lissa was a
twenty-year-old girl trying to make it in the equestrian world. She was sassy
and smart, strong and a little weird. And she had no idea what she was doing.
Ethan was
twenty-seven, tattooed, tall, dark, and hot. And lugging some baggage. He’d
already made it in the business and brought Lissa on to help get her on her
feet. And it turned out, he liked a little
weird.
Ethan made it clear
that he wasn’t in the market for a relationship. Lissa was happy to
learn the ropes and push her attraction
aside.
But how do you draw
the line when every touch makes
you…shiver?
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“Dance with
me?” Lawrence’s voice behind me pulled me from my
musings.
I turned with a
smile. “Why thank you,
sir.”
I followed him onto
the dance floor, the orchestra playing a Frank Sinatra ballad. He swept me into
his arms like, well, like the perfect gay best
friend.
“Don’t
you say it.”
“Say
what?” I asked innocently.
“I am not
your gay best friend. I have sisters. They took dance lessons. My mom made me
partner them.”
I
couldn’t help laughing loudly, drawing some disapproving glances. He
quickly spun me and dipped me in playful retaliation. As he drew me back up, I
stood staring straight into Ethan’s heated gaze.
“Can I
cut in?” he asked without breaking our eye contact.
From the corner of
my eye, I caught Lawrence nodding and stepping away before I was pulled flush
to Ethan and we glided across the floor.
“You look
absolutely stunning.” He breathed softly into my ear, his right hand
settling low, really low, on my bare back, and I
shivered.
“Cold?”
I felt him smile.
“No,
I’m not cold,” I stated quietly, enjoying the feel of being
in his arms, the texture of him beneath his tuxedo, and the touch of our hands.
“Are you
having fun tonight?”
“I
am.” I nodded slowly. “I didn’t know you would be
here.”
“I came
as a trophy.”
I pulled back to
look in his eyes. “Whose trophy? And why?” I was a little
irrationally angry and felt stupid that I thought we were having a kind of
moment, only to find out he was here with someone
else.
“Why are
you angry? You do realize you’re here with a date too,
right?”
I waved him off.
“Lawrence and I are just friends. He’s my arm candy for the
night. And maybe a kiss at midnight if I get tipsy
enough.”
He glared at me,
jaw flexing back and forth. “You’re just friends who sleep
together?”
“No. Just
friends. As in… actual friends. Nothing
more.”
“Why
have you both been blatantly flaunting your relationship in front of me
then?”
I
shrugged. “It tickled
me.”
“It
tickled you,” he repeated slowly,
dangerously.
“Yes. It
did. It tickled me to see your mood swings every day, and I was making bets on when
you were going to start your
period.”
Despite his
irritation, he laughed out loud. “God, you’re
weird.” He pulled me closer, wrapping my arms up around his neck and
sliding his hands down my bare arms and then down my back, settling them there.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with you,”
he muttered softly.
I Don't
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I live in beautiful
Northern Virginia with my incredible husband, two awesome kids, three dogs, and
two budgies. My husband and I both grew up riding and competing horses and have
our own equestrian operation that we run together. In my spare time, I read
through the hundreds of stories awaiting me on my
e-reader.
My love of books
started early, and my mom used to ration my reading time so I didn't go
through them too quickly. I love all things romantic, whether it's dark
or light or silly or dirty, but I really love a happy
ending!
In
my small moments of quiet time, you'll find me sipping on wine and
reading while any movie where people randomly burst into song or dance plays in
the background.
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