FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT
by Robyn Neeley
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Robyn: Thanks so much for
having me on your blog, Amy!
(You’re very welcome,
Robyn. It’s always a pleasure to have you visit and I’m very excited about
FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT.)
Robyn: Merriest Holidays to
everyone!
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FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT:
After being dumped two
weeks before his wedding, civil engineer Ryan Wright’s not interested in love.
Been there, done that, had the wedding deposits to prove it. Still, he can’t
help lusting after the fiery redheaded executive assistant who’s stirring up
feelings that aren’t exactly appropriate for the office.
Sarah Leonard is
determined to make the CEO fall in love with her. To execute her plan, she’s
going to need a little help in the form of her lunch buddy, the 6’2” office
hottie who just so happens to be their boss’s best friend. Who better to tell
Sarah everything she needs to know to win the other man’s heart?
Ryan agrees to help
Sarah put her plan in motion, but he has no intention of helping her win
anything. In fact, it’s time to show his office crush that he’s the guy
she should be falling for…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Robyn: In this scene, Sarah accompanies Ryan home to Connecticut
to attend an awards gala at his former high school. They wind up alone on the
football field where Sarah suggest Ryan show her his quarterback moves.
(Everyone, I hope you enjoy it.
FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT has definitely been added to my TBR list. Happy Reading!)
EXCERPT:
Ryan cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to tackle
you?”
“Yes.”
“In that dress?”
Sarah looked down at herself. Whoops. “Okay,
maybe just don’t let me win so easily.”
“Okay.” He motioned her to get back into
position down the field. “Get ready.”
“I should warn you,” she called to him. “Before
I fed the chickens in high school, I ran two miles each morning.”
“Noted.” Once again, he lobbed the ball in her
direction. Knowing he’d follow, she grabbed the ball out of the air and ran as
fast as she physically could in her dress. Ryan caught up a little too quickly
for her liking, so she dodged right and then quickly faked a left, throwing him
off just long enough to dash straight for the end zone.
Before she could celebrate victory, Ryan grabbed
her waist and lifted her off the ground. “I win, I win!” she shrieked between
laughs. Ryan gently put her down and she turned around, standing inches from
him. “See? I wouldn’t have lost you a game,” she said, hugging the football.
“Nope,”
he said, not moving from his spot. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was
her pesky new football-player fantasy, but she stepped closer into his space.
“Are you going to show me how you celebrated
touchdowns? I’d love to see you do one of those funny dances players do.” “I
could do that.” He touched her cheek with his knuckle, letting it linger. “But
I’d rather do this.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his.
Just a simple touch of warm, soft skin that left
her drifting forward. And then it was over. Ryan pulled back, his eyes hooded,
his gaze hypnotizing. She clutched the football and blinked up at him, her mind
swirling with a thousand thoughts.
At the top of the list? Holy crap. Ryan Wright
just kissed me. Followed quickly by, I want him to do it again. No. Bad idea.
Ryan was her colleague. Her friend. Kissing him would ruin everything. She’d
have to quit her job because no way could she pretend like nothing happened,
and it would hurt too much to see him, knowing a momentary lapse of judgment
cost her their relationship.
She willed herself to step back…and failed. What
are you doing? You’re supposed to want Logan. You’re here, at this gala, for
Logan.
But was she? When Ryan invited her, Sarah had
been prepared to say yes before he even mentioned Logan. She’d never had as
much fun with a guy in her life as she’d had with Ryan the past year. He was
incredibly hot, apparently thought she was hot, and was by far one of the most
thoughtful and charming men she’d ever met. He’d rescued a kitten at the
expense of his arm, for God’s sake.
Did she mention he was hot?
Screw it. One more kiss—just a little
one—wouldn’t hurt anything. “Sarah, I’m sor—”
She spiked the ball and tugged Ryan back down.
His immediate groan sent thrills skittering across her chest, and lower. His
mouth fit over hers perfectly and, oh God, that only added to her desperation.
She parted her lips, inviting him in, needing to taste him. She might die if
she didn’t.
So much for a little kiss.
(Thank you, Robyn!)
(Thank you, Robyn!)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Robyn
Neeley is an east coast gal who loves to explore super cute small towns;
watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit; can't live without Dunkin
Donuts coffee; and has never met a Christmas cookie she didn't like. She writes
contemporary romance with humor and heart. Please sign up for her e-newsletter
at www.robynneeley.com.
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2 comments:
Oooo! This book sounds so fun!
I agree, Liz, it does sound like fun. I just bought my copy. I hope I get to read it soon. :-)
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