✨ SOMEDAY YOU LEARN by @harlowjamesauthor is releasing April 11th! This will be a simultaneous release in Audio with the amazing narrators Teddy Hamilton and Emma Wilder!
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Why you will love this book…
💕fake engagement
💕boss’s daughter
💕veterinarian hero
💕close proximity
💕one-night-stand
💕meddling family
💕small town
“I’m here to see my fiancé. I believe you know Parker, Dad…”
That sentence seems innocent enough in the right setting.
But the woman’s father? Yeah, he happens to be my boss.
The first time I met Cashlynn O’Neil, she thought she was going to die before the plane we were on ever
left the ground.
So I did what any gentleman would do—I comforted her, kept her distracted, and then later that night,
she ended up back in my hotel room to thank me.
But then a year later she waltzed in the Carrington Cove Animal Hospital and told her father we were
engaged.
And that would have been harmless, except the last time I was engaged it left me scarred beyond
repair, vowing never to entertain the idea of love again.
I can’t fall for my boss’s daughter.
I can’t keep lying to myself about how I feel either.
But is it possible that someday you learn that it’s not the wrong person that will make you question
what you want in life, but it’s the right one?
And is Cashlynn the right woman for me?
EXCERPT:
“Parker?” I say softly.
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.”
He sighs and drops the sponge back in the water, turning to face me. His green eyes meet mine, framed by his glasses, and my breath catches. “What?”
Without hesitating, I cup his face with both hands and bring his lips to mine. He freezes for a beat, but as soon as I swipe my tongue across his lower lip, he groans and opens up for me.
Mother of God. Yes, this is what I need.
Our mouths move together on instinct, nipping and sucking, swirling tongues and swallowing moans as he lifts me onto the counter, squeezing my hips and devouring my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer into me, rubbing myself along his erection I can feel pressing against the zipper of his slacks.
I claw at his back, dig one hand into his hair, and pull him in as tightly as I can. He grabs handfuls of my ass, pressing his cock to my center, right where I need him most.
But then, as if someone threw a bucket of ice water on him, he rips himself from me, his chest heaving as he steps back, his gaze locked on mine.
“Fuck,” he groans, turning away and running a hand through his hair.
I hop down from the counter, move closer to him, and gently turn him to face me.
“Thank you for tonight,” I say simply, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking away, giving him the space to unravel in private.
