✨ ALL THIS TIME by @harlowjamesauthor releases October 10th!
This will be a simultaneous release in Audio with the amazing narrators Teddy Hamilton and Samantha Brentmoor in DUET!
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Why you will love this book…
🏈brother’s best friend
🩷friends to enemies to lovers
🏈forced proximity
🩷secret friendship/friends with benefits
🏈professional athlete MC
🩷best man & maid of honor
🏈he falls first and HARD
🩷overcoming trauma
🏈found family friend group
🩷mental health rep
🏈small town
Fletcher Adams is not just the man that stole my heart at fifteen and never gave it back.
He’s also my brother’s best friend, and now one of the most famous players in the NFL.
But now he’s back in Blossom Peak for our mutual friend’s wedding, and guess who are the maid of honor and best man?
That would be us.
I’ve spent the past twelve years ignoring what happened between us that fateful night, and avoiding him as much as possible when he did pop into town to visit.
But now he’s everywhere.
In my salon getting a massage to support my business.
Participating in yoga to support my family’s winery.
And even hacking into my phone to monitor my glucose—which makes me furious and also a little bit weak in the knees.
Then he finds out that my ex-fiancé never satisfied me in the bedroom, so he instantly volunteers for the job.
Turns out time couldn’t snuff the flames that still burned between us.
But Fletcher has demons from his past he hasn’t faced, the kind that you can try to bury but always manage to get washed up in a storm.
And this storm just might destroy us both.
There’s one thing we can’t deny however, even though we try—feelings still matter, even after all this time.
EXCERPT
“I planned on turning away, had every intention, but then that guy came over here and started dancing with you, and I just…”
“You what?” I ask breathlessly, borderline embarrassed at the extent this man is affecting my breathing.
“The thought of him touching you…” His growl is low, but I don’t miss it. “It made me want to put my football cleat to his chest and dig it in as far as it would go.”
“What is it with you and these murderous tendencies?”
“Well, that’s how you make me feel. In fact, I haven’t stopped feeling this way since the cake tasting, when you admitted…”
“I told you to forget about what I said.”
He pushes his very hard body closer to mine—and when I feel just how hard every part of him is, wetness builds between my legs.
Glad to know there are no cobwebs down there, but the fact that it’s Fletcher making me aware of that is an even bigger problem to manage.
“There’s no forgetting something like that, angel.”
The nickname rolls off his tongue so effortlessly that it makes me forget where we are.
“In fact, seeing that guy touch you made me realize that any man you are with is going to leave you disappointed.”
“And how do you know that?”
He inhales deeply before muttering against the shell of my ear, “Because none of them are me.”
