Finding
the Right Girl
A Nice
GUY to Love Spin-off
By: Violet Duke
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling
author who brought you the Nice Girl to Love trilogy, comes A Nice GUY to
Love spin-off...
Brian Sullivan has been in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love
to early-onset Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his
brother. And somehow, his heart has managed to heal itself after both.
Amazingly, without therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten a bit more
cautious, however. Lately, Brian’s been thinking that maybe his brother’s now
retired nothing-but-flings rule isn’t such a bad idea after all. Unfortunately,
as the unofficial nice guy poster boy, Brian isn’t exactly versed in the fine
art of flings. So he looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ inexplicably
enigmatic, provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.
There’s absolutely no way he’s falling in love with this one...right?
Tessa has no idea what she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of
fling expert. She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know
where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary lapse in
sanity—no doubt because of the can’t-help-but-fall-for-him brain fuzz that hits
her whenever he’s around. Not only does the man have her being more herself
than she’s ever been in her life, but he’s the only person she knows who seems
to have as many demons and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more,
he’s got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope
for years ago.
A happily ever after.
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Excerpt
"Babe,
we have to stop. You're hurting and your
emotions have gone through the wringer tonight.
I can't take advantage of you like that."
"Then
don't,” she replied simply, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Let me take advantage of you.”
Jerking
back to put some head-clearing distance between them was about as painful as
ripping off his own skin. “Why don’t we
just hang out tonight? We can sit and
talk more about those dickheads we ran into tonight if it’ll help, or we could
just watch a movie…anything you want to do."
He
quickly snatched her wandering hands as they traveled down his lats and started
tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
"Anything except that," he groaned. "Work with me here, woman." Raggedly, he put his forehead against hers
and counted to ten to try and find the tattered remains of his restraint.
The
thought almost made him laugh. Who was
he kidding? He had no restraint when it
came to Tessa. By the fifth second, his
lips had already found their way back to hers.
And
goddammit if her whole body didn’t just tremble
right there in his arms.
She
was just so mind-wreckingly responsive.
As usual, without even trying, she was driving him batshit crazy.
Tapping
into a reserve even he didn’t know he had, he broke off the kiss and took
another step away from her. Then he
watched in sad disbelief as her expression became completely shuttered a half
an instant later—closing him out behind the walls of a now ten-story castle and
a moat filled with fire-breathing piranhas.
The
lightning quick response time of her defenses was a punch to his gut. What
the hell happened in her past?
"Look
Brian, if you don't want to, you can just tell me you know. I’m a big girl; you don't have to make
excuses to let me down easy—"
He
gave her a look that said he wondered about her IQ before grabbing her hand and
dragging it over the zipper of his jeans.
"Does that feel like I don't
want to?"
Her
eyes widened, and her grip closed tight around him.
Bourbon
soaked shards of glass went hissing down his throat. "For chrissakes, stop." The blood supply
in his brain was dipping down to a dangerous low.
And
the damn temptress was clearly all torn up about it. He glared at the smile she was biting
back. “I’m glad you find this so
amusing.”
“It’s
not amusement, it’s relief. Here I was
thinking it was just me getting affected with my perpetually wet panties around
you and all."
A
seriously pained groan escaped him then.
"To preserve my sanity—and your panties—don’t use the word wet in
any more sentences tonight."
She
sighed. "I don't know why you're
making such a big deal out of this. You
heard Troy earlier this evening. Being
the ‘good girl’ was never my thing."
She brushed up against the hardening ridge tenting his jeans to drive home
her point.
With
a muttered curse, he clamped one arm around her waist and tangled his free hand
in her hair. "Sweetheart, this
thing between us is a big deal,"
he said roughly, tugging gently on her hair and nearly losing it when she
arched her back in response. Her fitted
tee was so paper-frickin’-thin. One
sharp yank was all it’d take to rip it right down the middle.
Jesus Christ, he needed to find some control.
"Tessa,
when, and yes I said when we have
sex, I’ll make damn sure that every single second of it seeps into your bones,
burns into your memory, and turns into a relentless craving that makes you
forget all the assholes from your past,” he ran his lips along the thrumming
pulse at her throat, “and if I’m really lucky, it’ll also help ruin you for all
other men completely."
Author Info
National
bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who
is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun
contemporary romance novels. Besides
writing and feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she can often be found
tackling reno projects with her power tools and trying pretty much anything
without reading the directions first, or cooking 'special edition' dishes that
laugh in the face of recipes. Violet
lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.
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