Book Title: Love's Spark
Author: L.A. Cotton
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Twenty-four year old Sharn Macer has spent the last six
years looking for love....for that spark. She's failing miserably. After a life
changing break up forces her back to her broken home, and into a string of
dating disasters, Sharn decides it's time to hang up her heels and take a break
from guys.
She didn’t expect to find the spark… with the quiet guy from
her past.
Keefer Smith likes to keep to himself, always has and
probably always will. He doesn't have time to date, not when he’s constantly
worrying about what state he'll find his father in. Lucky for him, he does have
one thing going for him; baseball.
He didn’t expect to want more… with the girl he once watched
from afar.
Back in high school, Sharn would never have looked twice at
someone like him, and Keefer would’ve never stood a chance with someone like
her. But six years is a long time, and when they find themselves placed in
charge of seventeen ninth graders they soon realize they might not be as
different as they think. The chemistry is right, even if the timing is all
wrong.
Sparks will fly, but will they spark love?
The Lounge was crammed. Friday nights were always full of
students, but it was the best club for a more chilled out vibe. It had two
rooms; a bar area and a dance area, then there was a huge covered courtyard.
After navigating the queue at the bar, I managed to get us drinks. We wound our
way through the crowds of drunken, rowdy college kids, and found an empty sofa
at the far end of the courtyard. Sharn’s body moved in time to the music, and
from how natural she made it looked, I could tell she liked to dance—something
I never did.
“It's really busy.” Her words sounded a little slurred.
“Are you drunk? You only had two glasses of wine with
dinner.” I mocked. I'd switched to soda after a couple of beers—I was driving.
“I am not!” She gasped. “I'm just excited. I don't get out all
that much.”
“What about your friend? The girl I saw you with at 42nds?”
She turned her body slightly to face me. “Mae? We work
together, and have a Friday night ritual. She's married though.”
My eyes glanced over her neck and chest, lingering over her
low cut dress. I could just make out the curve of her tits.
“Hey.” She snapped her fingers in front of my nose. “My face
is here, mister.”
Busted.
“I can't help where my eyes decide to look. Did you blow off
your Friday night ritual with Mae, for me?”
She blushed again, and my inner guy punched the air—I
affected her as much as she affected me. “Maybe. Hmm-” She hesitated, as if she
wanted to ask me something. My stomach pooled with dread.
“Can I ask you something? Where did you go last weekend?”
Fuck. It would be so easy to tell her the truth—to let her
in. But I choked, unable to do it. I didn't want to ruin the night—to see the
pity in her eyes. I didn't want her to feel sorry for me. So I played the game
I'd been playing from the start. Leaning forward, I dipped my head and swept
her hair away from her shoulder with my hand. As I brushed my lips against the
soft spot underneath her ear, she trembled and I whispered, “Not tonight. I'll
tell you, but not tonight.”
She let out a breathy sign as I curved my arm around her
waist and pulled her body flush to mine. Our lips found each other's, and I
knew. This was it for me. She was it. But she still knew nothing about me, and
that scared the shit out of me. I had to tell her. And soon. Or I'd lose her.
Someone like Sharn wouldn’t play games for long.
L.
A. Cotton has a busy mind in need of constant stimulation. A youth worker from
the Midlands, UK, if L. A isn’t immersed in a book, she’s figuring out what
course to study next. With an imagination that refuses to stay quiet, early
this year, L. A finally decided to put finger to keyboard and start typing. Her
debut novel, Fate’s Love releases September 30th.
When she’s not busy reading, writing, and plotting future
books, L. A. is mum to two gorgeous children, and their hyper terrier, Rocky.
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