Monday, January 4, 2016

Excerpt from Lucky For You by: Jayne Denker

Thanks to Jayne Denker author of Lucky for You we have an excerpt from the book.  Here is just a tidbit of what is you will catch in Lucky for You.  If you haven't picked up your copy yet you are sorely missing out on an incredible journey!!

“Jordan, for God’s sake . . .” And then Will trailed off, his grin fading as he caught sight of a couple in a tight clinch on the back patio, in the shadows but not so secluded that they—or anyone else around them—couldn’t get a good view.
“Great costume,” Jordan whispered, agog, after watching the couple in action for a few moments. “Zombie nurse. I mean, she looks like a regular nurse, but that can’t be right—she’s eating his face off.”

Will didn’t laugh. Instead, he touched Jordan’s shoulder to turn her in the other direction, leading her away from the scene of carnal carnage.

His grim expression worried her. “What’s with you?”

“That was Cam.”

“I know.” Even if she hadn’t been able to get a good look at him, she’d have recognized those crappy moves anywhere. He hadn’t changed a bit.
Will sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Well, yeah. Lousy technique. Sheesh.”
“No, I mean . . . he invited you to his party and . . .”
“You thought I was his date?” Jordan laughed. “No and no. I told you I don’t care about him.” Then the rest of her thought was out before she even knew what she was saying. “I’m a little distracted by another Nash brother.”
She felt light-headed all of a sudden, and she swallowed with difficulty. She’d said it; now she had to face the consequences. They were by the alley now, with only a few partygoers nearby. The music was muted here, and Jordan knew he’d heard her loud and clear. He swung around and fixed her with his intense stare as her pulse pounded in her neck.
Her nerves evaporated in an instant. “Oh my God, will you stop being so stupid?”
Why was he acting so obtuse? He had to know . . . didn’t he? That she thought about him all the time, in ways she shouldn’t? That his patience and kindness had affected her more than she’d ever thought possible, and now she was just a sucker for more? But there he was, staring at her, and she thought maybe he really was just that uncomprehending, because he hadn’t moved a muscle. There she was, dressed to kill, no longer on the wrong side of the law, no longer off limits, and pretty much laying it out there, and still nothing.

Maybe he wasn’t stupid. Maybe he was paralyzed with horror.

She had to find out once and for all. Instead of walking away with one last, small shred of her dignity intact, she went toward him. One long step, and she reached out with both hands and grabbed the open collar of his dark blue uniform shirt, brought herself in close. Her heart was thudding under her skimpy top, and dimly she wondered if he could feel it against his chest. No. He had to wear his Kevlar on duty. She still had to get her point across.
She tugged a little more, until his face was close to hers. His warm breath heated her cheek, her lips. He was still staring at her, still not touching her. She fought past the urge to run. Now or never.
“Kiss me, you idiot.”
A pause as he studied her intently. Then, “No.”
Will put his hands on her waist and firmly pushed her one, two steps back.


But he wasn’t done. The next thing she knew, Will had her by the arm and was tugging her down the alley. Started at how forceful he was, Jordan stumbled to keep up. Shit, she’d made him angry, and now he was going to drag her back through the crowd and throw her off his brother’s property. Great.

“Hey, all right, forget it. I’ve had a couple of drinks, okay?” She hadn’t, but she was ready to say anything at this point to get him to stop walking, stop pulling her, turn and talk to her. She’d never seen him this upset, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“No, you haven’t,” he tossed over his shoulder. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Okay, so what?” she challenged him. “I thought you liked me. I was wrong. If you hate me as much as the rest of this town does, that’s fine—”
“You know I don’t.”
He swung her around, planted her in one spot by the brick wall that made up one side of the alley. She didn’t dare move. Panting as though he’d just run a marathon instead of dragging her a hundred feet, he stood there, hands on his hips, staring at her but saying nothing.
She couldn’t let the silence descend again. “What?”
He held up his hand like he was stopping traffic, then turned his arm so he could check his watch.
Will held up his hand once more. She fell silent. No easy feat for her, and she was sure he knew it. What the hell was he doing? Now he wasn’t looking at her at all, just staring at his watch. After a moment, he let out a long breath and said simply, “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I’m off duty.”

Jordan had barely enough time to absorb the words, but not their meaning, when Will launched into her, slamming her against the wall. Hello, Officer. One hand against the wall, the other grasping her chin, he ducked his head, his heated lips closing over hers and stopping her breath. She didn’t care. William Nash was kissing the stuffing out of her, and that was all that mattered. It was nothing like she expected. But it was so, so much better.

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