Never press the "ignore" button on love...
Fated, Book 2
In these uncertain times, Mia Skinner's Blackberry is her lifeline to independence...and a twenty-four/seven chain to her overbearing boss. When she loses it on a girls' night out, it's a disaster with pink slip written all over it--until she takes a chance and calls her number. And ends up talking to Mr. Sexiest-Voice-Alive.
The moment Jacob Miller lays eyes on the phone's beautiful owner, a bolt of lust makes him want to make a sexy mess of her tidy outfit and perfectly straight hair. Which is a good sign. It means he's almost fully recovered from a near-debilitating construction accident. Perhaps a little horizontal healing will get him back on his feet for good.
As their passion burns bright and hot, a funny thing happens. Mia's ignoring her phone--and Jake's the one itching to get back to work. But he's building a plan that'll let her hang up on her increasingly creepy boss for good. If Mia's willing to meet him in the middle.
Warning: Delicious, toe-curling sex including a lusty scene in a truck flying down the freeway. A hero whose greatest thrill is lavishing all his attention upon the woman he wants more than anything in the world.
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December 21, 2010
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Excerpt from Baby, Don't Lose My Number by Karen Erickson
She watched his sister walk away before returning her gaze to Jake. A shaky, little smile formed on her pretty, pink lips. "I didn't mean to interrupt your date."
"You're not." He rocked back on his heels and caught the telltale widening of her eyes. Was she interested? Those wide eyes were blue like a perfect summer sky as they scanned him up and down. He hadn't dressed to impress since he was hanging out with his sister and now he wished like hell he'd worn something nicer than a pair of ripped cargo shorts and a faded T-shirt.
"Oh." She chewed on her lower lip for what appeared to be an indecisive moment before she stuck her hand out in his direction. "My name is Mia. And you saved my life."
He took her hand, the electric sparks shooting up his arm at the contact hard to ignore. "Jake. And you must be really dependent on your phone."
She actually blushed. And she still hadn't released his hand. "I need it for work. My boss calls me a lot."
"Larry?" His brows rose at her shocked expression. "When I answered your call I couldn't help but see the text notices from him."
"Oh, yeah. Larry. He's my boss." She finally let go of his hand.
"What boss calls you on a Friday night?" She didn't look like the workaholic type though now that he could check her out more closely he realized not a hair was out of place. Her clothes were immaculate, no wrinkles, no smudges, everything...perfect.
He had the sudden urge to mess her up. Undo the ponytail and run his fingers through her hair. Kiss that pretty mouth until her lips were swollen and red. Smooth his hands over the front of her tank top until the hem lifted a little bit, revealing a slice of bare, soft skin.
His cock twitched eagerly at the thought.
"He's a very busy man," she explained, her voice hesitant. "Something's always going on, and I need to be on call to assist him however I can."
And now it sounded as if she were making excuses for her boss. Not that it was any of his concern. "Well, glad I could help out."
"You did. Help me out, that is." She grinned and the sight of it dazzled him. Her pink cheeks, the straight white teeth, her lush mouth and summer blue eyes...shit.
She was hot. And he could see himself with this woman. Holding her, kissing her, burying himself deep inside her...
"Nice meeting you." He was reluctant to let her leave but what could he say? Hey, call me sometime? Let's go out? Can I take you home and get you naked?
His skills were slipping. Too many years working too damn hard did that to a guy.
"It was nice meeting you too." Her gaze slid over to where Krista stood. "I'll let you get back to your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend."
Mia's mouth dropped open in surprise but then she immediately closed it. "She's not?'
He shook his head. "She's my little sister."
"Oh." She studied him for a moment, a slight smile curving her mouth once more. "And you went to a sappy romantic comedy with her?"
Jake shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a nice brother."
"Yes, you really must be." A passerby jostled her, and she took a wobbly step forward, diving practically into his chest. He grabbed her by the arms and righted her, his fingers tightening automatically. As if they didn't want to let her go.
"Careful," he murmured, his gaze dipping to her mouth. He stifled a groan when he caught a glimpse of the swift swipe of pink tongue across her lips.
"Thank you." She slowly withdrew from his hold, her voice shaky. "I need to go back to my friends."