The wait it over! Christi Barth’s newest release is now available. PLANNING FOR LOVE, the first book in The Aisle Bound Trilogy, is a must read if you like sweet and sassy romance with a dash of humor.Hopeless romantic Ivy Rhodes
and
anti-Cupid Bennett Westcott
request the pleasure of your company
for their disaster of a courtship.
Wedding planner Ivy Rhodes is the best in the business, and she’s not about to let a personal problem stop her from getting ahead. So when she gets an offer to star in the reality TV show Planning for Love,it doesn’t matter that the show’s videographer happens to be a recent—and heartbreaking—one-night stand.
Bennett Westcott can admit that he didn’t handle his encounter with Ivy very well. But looking at her beautiful smile—and, okay, greatbody—through the lens of a camera every day? He can’t be faulted for suggesting they have a little no-strings fun.
The more time Bennett and Ivy spend together, the more he realizes that Ivy isn’t the wedding-crazed bridezilla he’d imagined. But if he doesn’t trust himself to make a relationship last, how can he convince Ivy to give him another chance?
Christi is my good friend and critique
partner, and after reading her book, I’m sure you’ll agree she’s an author who
will leave you coming back for more.
Check out this excerpt:
“I want to taste you, Ivy.” The scrape of
his feet against the stones came to a halt. A gentle nudge with his forehead
tipped her head back. Their eyes locked. “Why don’t we get a jump on the
inevitable? Because I don’t want to wait another moment.”
Ivy had a split second to decide. Stick
to her guns—and her professional ethics—and slip out of his arms? Or stay and
lock lips with a super sexy man in the moonlight? Really, it was easiest to not
decide at all. Her eyelids drifted shut as she waited for Ben to make his move.
And waited. Nothing happened. She peeked out from beneath her lashes to see the
merest hint of a smirk lifting the edges of Ben’s mouth. Her eyes flew open the
rest of the way.
“What? What happened to the tasting and
the moment?
“The moment’s not right until you decide
to commit to it. I promised earlier I wouldn’t steal any more kisses from you.
Kissing is interactive. A two-way street. You’ve got to choose to slide behind
the wheel and turn the key.”
Why did men turn everything in life into
a car metaphor? Well, she could play along. Despite showing every sign of being
something of a player, Ben had shown her, with that one little pause, that he
also had bucket loads of integrity. No sane, single woman could turn down an
honest to goodness gentleman. They were a rare breed, and she didn’t intend to
waste this particular chance sighting. Time to seize the day...or at least what
was left of the night.
“Oh, my motor’s fully revved. You’d
better buckle your seatbelt, Mr. Westcott.”
Ivy tightened her grip around his neck
and went up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth. The mouth she’d stared at off
and on all day, remembering the firm albeit brief feel of his lips against
hers. He wasn’t the only one who wanted a taste. She puckered up and planted a
soft kiss. And then Ben quite expertly elbowed his way back into the driver’s
seat.
His lips slanted hard across hers,
instantly ratcheting the level of heat up from tender to full on sizzle. This
was no getting-to-know-you smooch. Ben claimed her mouth with possessive
pressure. His teeth nibbled open her lips, allowing his tongue to sweep inside.
Her moan of pleasure was all the urging he needed to slide his hands down to
not only cup her ass, but lift her off the ground.
Ivy’s world spun. Under the spell of the
spring night, she’d yearned for nothing more than a touch, a quiet kiss. She’d
wanted a sip of water to slake her lustful thirst. Instead, Ben’s kisses
drowned her in a downpour of passion and heat. The arch of her foot curved
around his calf, looking for something to ground her. Each stroke of his tongue
ignited an array of sparks behind her closed eyes. He tore his mouth away but
hovered his lips a breath away from hers. Eyes heavy lidded, he moved not at
all, aside from the pounding of his heart thumping through his tuxedo shirt.
Suddenly, she realized what he waited to hear.
“Okay, Ben. You’ve convinced me to have a
drink with you.”
A hum of approval sounded low in his
throat. He buried his face in the curve of her neck. And then from somewhere
behind them, a short high gasp, and the unmistakable crash of glass breaking on
the stone floor. Ben’s grip bobbled, but he didn’t drop her.
“Get your hands off my friend’s ass right
now, or I’ll call in someone a lot bigger than me to make you.”
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