by: Cathryn Fox
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 27, 2020
Publisher: Entangled ~ Amara
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“Hooked on You is a sweet treat read that will give you all the good feels!” – USA Today and WSJ bestselling author Avery Flynn
I’m a bookworm, a mathematician, not the kind of girl a hot lobster fisherman would notice.
Until he did.
I’m not in small town Nova Scotia to hook up. I’m here to settle my grandmother’s estate and sell the B&B, which I soon discover has been overrun with seasonal fisherman and operated on the honor system. The hard-core fishing folks become an instant family––the one I never had. Then there’s the blind pet cow, who has a crush on my hot fisherman, Nate. Okay, technically he’s not mine. I have no desire to get reeled in.
Until I do.
Soon, the little town grows on me, and the fisherman? It’s not long until I take the bait and we’re playing house at the B&B. Things are looking up.
Until they aren’t.
Rumors about a new plant and jobs being in jeopardy start swirling around town like a nor’easter, and all the signs point to my guy being behind the scandal. Should I give him enough line to play it out and learn his true intentions, or cut and run before I’m hooked?
I listen a little longer, but it’s hard to hear over my rapid-fire breathing. Unable to check the trap myself, I quietly open my door, tiptoe to Nate’s room, and knock softly.
“Nate,” I say, then rap again. I try the knob, find it unlocked, and let myself in. It doesn’t feel right slipping into his room like this, while he’s asleep in bed, unaware of my presence.
From the crack in the curtain and the light slanting on his wall, I make out his outline, and reach for his leg. I give it a squeeze, and he moans in his sleep. Oh, lord, please let that be his leg I just groped.
“Nate,” I say again.
“Mmm…”
He makes a few more noises, and I search his face, noting the tightness of his jaw. My God, if I didn’t know better, I’d say the guy was having a sex dream. Then again, I don’t know better.
Should I let him finish?
“Nate,” I whisper, feeling all kinds of wrong listening to his sex sounds like some perv.
In one smooth movement, he sits up, puts his feet on the floor, spreads his thighs and pulls me in between them. It’s such a typical macho guy move all my girly parts begin to flutter. Big hands slide around my ass and knead gently as he presses his mouth to the exposed skin between my pajama pants and top. He mumbles something incoherent, but I can’t focus on that, not when his hot lips are branding my skin, sending shivers of erotic need through me. A moan I have no control over climbs from my throat, and Nate goes still.
Under the light spilling in from the streetlamp, I examine his face. He blinks himself awake and glances up at me. “Kira,” he whispers, his sleepy voice rough and hoarse like he’s eaten the nails he’d purchased for the back deck.
“Yeah,” I say on a breathless whisper.
He clears his throat. “You’re…in my room.”
“I’m am.”
“I thought…” He swallows. Hard.
“I think you were dreaming.”
“Fuck, man.” One hand stays on my ass as he grips his hair and slowly shakes his head. Expression pained, he says, “I’m fighting a losing battle, when it comes to you.”
“Losing battle?” I ask, my synapses not firing properly as he imprints my ass with his hot thick fingers. One working brain cells informs me he’s not dragging his hand away. More importantly. I’m not asking him to.
“Why are you here?”
“I think…think we caught the mouse.” I force the words out, but it’s getting harder and harder to talk. His hand shifts, and his fingers close around my hips, tighten, like he’s about to push me away to go check on the trap. Instead, he keeps a hold on me and stands, his erection growing and pressing into my stomach. Oh my. The air around us charges with unstable electricity, and the bed behind him practically vibrates. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to levitate. Desire weights my eyelids, and a pleasurable tingle slides over my skin.
“I want you,” he murmurs.
I tip my face up, the air in my lungs seizing.
He wants me.
“Nate,” I say, then rap again. I try the knob, find it unlocked, and let myself in. It doesn’t feel right slipping into his room like this, while he’s asleep in bed, unaware of my presence.
From the crack in the curtain and the light slanting on his wall, I make out his outline, and reach for his leg. I give it a squeeze, and he moans in his sleep. Oh, lord, please let that be his leg I just groped.
“Nate,” I say again.
“Mmm…”
He makes a few more noises, and I search his face, noting the tightness of his jaw. My God, if I didn’t know better, I’d say the guy was having a sex dream. Then again, I don’t know better.
Should I let him finish?
“Nate,” I whisper, feeling all kinds of wrong listening to his sex sounds like some perv.
In one smooth movement, he sits up, puts his feet on the floor, spreads his thighs and pulls me in between them. It’s such a typical macho guy move all my girly parts begin to flutter. Big hands slide around my ass and knead gently as he presses his mouth to the exposed skin between my pajama pants and top. He mumbles something incoherent, but I can’t focus on that, not when his hot lips are branding my skin, sending shivers of erotic need through me. A moan I have no control over climbs from my throat, and Nate goes still.
Under the light spilling in from the streetlamp, I examine his face. He blinks himself awake and glances up at me. “Kira,” he whispers, his sleepy voice rough and hoarse like he’s eaten the nails he’d purchased for the back deck.
“Yeah,” I say on a breathless whisper.
He clears his throat. “You’re…in my room.”
“I’m am.”
“I thought…” He swallows. Hard.
“I think you were dreaming.”
“Fuck, man.” One hand stays on my ass as he grips his hair and slowly shakes his head. Expression pained, he says, “I’m fighting a losing battle, when it comes to you.”
“Losing battle?” I ask, my synapses not firing properly as he imprints my ass with his hot thick fingers. One working brain cells informs me he’s not dragging his hand away. More importantly. I’m not asking him to.
“Why are you here?”
“I think…think we caught the mouse.” I force the words out, but it’s getting harder and harder to talk. His hand shifts, and his fingers close around my hips, tighten, like he’s about to push me away to go check on the trap. Instead, he keeps a hold on me and stands, his erection growing and pressing into my stomach. Oh my. The air around us charges with unstable electricity, and the bed behind him practically vibrates. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to levitate. Desire weights my eyelids, and a pleasurable tingle slides over my skin.
“I want you,” he murmurs.
I tip my face up, the air in my lungs seizing.
He wants me.
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