Wren doesn't feel like the girl most likely to end up living happily ever after. Especially when Adam, aka THE BIG MISTAKE, comes back into her life. He wants a second chance but Wren's afraid to risk another dent in her battered heart.
When Adam reconnects with Wren, he's torn between wooing her and pursuing Tomas, the sexy guy in the flat next door. They both make his heart sing--how can he possibly choose? Or maybe he's finally found a man and woman to give him the balance he craves.
Tomas knows better than to let his personal life interfere with his job as an undercover officer but he can't get enough of Adam...or Wren. Or Adam and Wren, when they're hot, naked and writhing together in his bed.
Suddenly Wren's gone from the girl most likely to get ripped off to the girl most likely to get off. But it's more than sex. She, Tomas and Adam have something special, something they're determined to protect at all costs.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
July 10, 2012
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Excerpt from Girl Most Likely To by Barbara Elsborg
When Tomas saw the state of his apartment, he groaned. He scooped up stray items of clothing and pushed them in the laundry bin, collected dirty mugs and plates and filled the dishwasher, threw the trash into the bucket under the sink and dragged the duvet back over the bed. He'd only washed the sheets a couple of days--oh Christ.
He might be telling himself not to get overexcited but the advice didn't leave his brain. His heart raced, his palms were damp with sweat while his cock grew harder by the second. Not wanting to appear too eager, he pulled his shirt out of his pants so it hung loose. He was in the middle of putting his groceries away, stowing the bundle of notes in the freezer behind the coffee, when the knock came at the door.
Adam stood holding a six-pack in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. His shirt also hung over his pants and Tomas bit his lip. Didn't necessarily mean anything.
"Wasn't sure if you were offering beef Wellington or cheese sandwiches." Adam held up the drinks.
"Beans on toast."
Adam smiled and Tomas' cock swelled against his zipper. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this about anyone, male or female. Not just aroused but pathetically excited. He'd thought it was because he hadn't let himself get interested, that he wasn't into men anymore, that he was too professional to allow his private and public sides to collide, but now he knew different. He'd not been sufficiently tempted before. But hell, why did he have to meet this guy now when he was knee-deep in shit? It had to be the worst timing ever.
"Come in." Tomas kicked the door closed and went back to the kitchen. He grabbed two tins of baked beans from the cupboard and a saucepan. "What business you in?"
"I...er--information technology. How about you?"
Why the hesitation? "I work for guy who has many businesses." Few of which were legal. "I'm personal assistant. Do whatever he needs." Within reason and not with any pleasure. He gestured to Adam's feet. "You remember shoes. You have wallet, keys and phone?"
Mr. Temptation sucked in his cheeks and sighed. "Yeah, that's Ally's doing. She put notes on everything, including the taps, and I still got those wrong."
Ally? Tomas swallowed his disappointment and popped four slices of bread into the toaster. What sort of fool was he to assume Adam was interested in guys? Tempt a het? I'm an idiot. All his bravado slithered into a black hole.
"I don't know what I'd do without Ally," Adam said.
"Oh yeah?" he forced out.
"She bought enough food to last me for a week and left instructions but I still cocked it up."
Of course an angelic-looking guy would have an angelic girlfriend. "Think you manage to get plates from there without breaking?" Tomas nodded toward a wall cupboard. He wanted to strangle this goddess already.
Two cupboard doors opened and closed behind him before Adam put the plates on the counter.
"She looked so gorgeous yesterday," Adam said.
Tomas yanked the tab off a can of beer and pushed another toward Adam. So you're taken. Fine. I get it. Shut up now.
"She's on her way to South America."
Or maybe not. Tomas stared straight at him. "Why you not go?"
Adam's lips curved in a smile and there was something in his eyes that made Tomas think he was yanking his chain.
"Because I don't think I'd be welcome. She's on her honeymoon."
Tomas grinned as he stirred the beans. The bastard was teasing him. The toast popped up and he reached for the margarine.
"I was at wedding yesterday too," he said.
Adam handed him a knife. "With your girlfriend?"
His expression held nothing but inquiry, but the question had been pointed.
"No girlfriend." Tomas poured beans on the toast and gave a plate to Adam.
They sat at the table in front of the double doors that led to the balcony, and despite his cock strenuously disagreeing, Tomas began to backtrack. Lunch meant being neighborly, but forget the rest. The rest made for a bad idea and was too risky. He didn't want to drag anyone else into danger.
But he watched Adam eat and his resolve to not touch went down the pan. Three weeks was nothing. It would go by in a flash and yet it could be everything. Three weeks and Adam would be gone. Tomas had to keep his secrets, but they could still fuck. The guy lived next door. How convenient was that? The nights when Tomas wasn't working, he'd have something worth coming home for. Three weeks. Didn't he deserve a break? He really wanted to take Adam to bed. His cock nodded in furious agreement and his balls tingled their approval.
"Where you live?" Tomas asked.
"In London. Greenwich."
That was good. At least a four-hour drive from Leeds. He must be up here on business. Maybe he'll come again.
"I travel a lot," Adam said. "I don't spend much time at home. How long have you been in England?"
All my life. "Few years."
"Long enough to acquire a taste for beans on toast. That was great." Adam put his knife and fork neatly on the empty plate. "What's for dessert?"
Adam wanted to pick up his knife and cut out his tongue. What's for dessert? What the fuck had he been thinking? Well, he'd been thinking of what he usually said to Ally after they'd eaten dinner, because she always produced some little treat or other, knowing his sweet tooth. But now Tomas was staring at him as if...oh God.
"What you like?" Tomas smiled.
For someone decisive in his business life, Adam's mind went painfully blank. He sensed something going on between them, hints had been dropped, glances exchanged, hands gripped slightly longer than necessary, but he wasn't sure. Adam never acted on impulse when he dealt with people. Usually. He checked once, checked twice and then checked again. He'd never done this before. Well, he'd done that, he'd just never immediately followed through on a surge of lust. But when he looked into the midnight-blue eyes of the Croatian, took in his hard, chiseled jaw and the curve in his lips, the wave of lust grew into a tsunami.
Tomas still stared expectantly.
He's waiting for an answer, you moron. "Ice cream?" Adam blurted. Wimp.
Tomas pushed to his feet and walked over to the kitchen.
Oh shit. Adam knew he needed to get up too, thank the guy for the food and go back to his apartment and wank--no, watch TV. But that tight, muscular butt under those denims, the broad back, dark silky hair, the whole bloody package was beyond tempting. Yet how could he know for certain? Who was supposed to make the first move? Did Tomas top or bottom? Both? Neither? Like anything kinky? Like women as well? Questions circled in Adam's head until he felt sick.
The microwave pinged and Tomas came back to the table with a tub of pecan-and-caramel ice cream and two spoons.
"You can microwave ice cream?" Adam asked in surprise.
"For few seconds. Was too hard. Freezer transform everything to rock." Tomas dipped his spoon into the top and scooped up a lump with a pecan. "Try."
He held the spoon out, stared straight at him, and Adam was instantly, definitely, happily sure. He wrapped his mouth around the spoon and clamped down. When Tomas tried to pull back, Adam didn't let the spoon go for a long moment. Once he had, he chewed and swallowed, the cold, sweet ice cream slipping down his lust-thickened throat.
"More?" Tomas said huskily.
Everything this guy said was suggestive. Or is it just me taking it that way? "I'd love some more," he croaked.
"Let's sit on couch."
He watched as Tomas rose languidly to his feet and then he followed, his gaze pinned to the guy's butt. They sat and Tomas put the container on the coffee table. He scooped out another spoonful but instead of offering it to Adam, he sucked off the ice cream, dropped the spoon and grabbed the back of Adam's neck to pull his head forward. Their lips crashed together and his mouth opened as Tomas' tongue shoved forward. OhGodohGodohGod. Cold ice cream, warm mouth, sweetness spreading as the ice cream melted. Already hard, Adam's cock turned to granite while his heart battered his ribs.
Tomas cupped his neck as their tongues thrust and tangled. His head fogged and his senses reeled as ice cream, the faint tang of beer, the taste of Tomas--all mingled together like some magical aphrodisiac. Adam slid his arms around the guy's back, muscles flexing under his palms. His control slipped as desire swept him into deeper and deeper water, dragging him out to sea. The need to come overpowered everything else.
His befuddled brain eventually took in that Tomas was nudging him backward and they lay on the couch, their lips still joined. Adam didn't want this kiss to end. He groaned into Tomas' mouth as the guy pinned him down, their legs entwined, their lean bodies molded together perfectly. As much as Adam loved the feel of a woman's body, there was something about a guy's hardness, roughness and strength that inflamed him.