Jessica Lemmon’s sexy, sweet, and heart-aching novella CAN’T LET GO releases today.
Yay! In celebration, she is sharing a teaser excerpt to the book!
Can’t Let Go is .99 cents wherever ebooks are sold.
CAN'T LET GO
An instant spark . . .
Sadie Howard would never admit there’s such a thing as love at first sight, but she can’t deny the connection between her and sexy Adonis Aiden Downey. She also can’t deny she loves to kiss him-his mouth might be his most precious asset. Despite every promise to herself not to get involved any deeper than a first date, she can’t keep from seeing more of Aiden . . . in more ways than one.
Aiden Downey had no idea the hot blonde from the club would trigger his protective, gentle nature, but the moment she drops her guard and he sees the real Sadie Howard, he’s a goner. When a family crisis puts the brakes on their budding romance, can Aiden find a way to hold on to her? Or will he lose the best thing in his life just as quickly as he found her?
Sadie Howard had been home exactly seven minutes. She glanced at the clock for the eighteenth time, smoothed her palms down her denim mini, and paced her living room in her new boots, her nerves jangling like a pair of spurs.
Sadie didn’t do second dates. She barely did first dates. And now the guy she met Saturday night, and whose company she’d shared until four a.m. the next morning, was coming to pick her up for a date.
She twisted her fingers as she did another pass, wearing the generic, apartment-standard carpet to a fray beneath her heels. There were at least thirty-six hours separating her from when she saw him last, but she could swear her lips still tingled from the soft good-bye kiss he dropped onto her mouth.
A kiss she’d been caught daydreaming about at work. One kiss, and she was already coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. Such a bad sign.
Inhaling and exhaling like she’d learned in yoga, Sadie reminded herself to calm down. “It’s just dinner,” she said aloud. “Not matrimony.” No sense in jumping off a cliff. Yet.
The low growl of a motorcycle, a sparking orange Harley-Davidson Super Glide with a Twin Cam 1450 engine—Sadie knew her hogs—sounded outside the window. Just the sound of the growling bike had her stomach rolling down a hill like Westley and Buttercup in The Princess Bride.
Heedless of appearing overly anxious, she pulled open the door to find Aiden Downey perched on his Harley, head down as he studied his phone. He looked up and brought it to his ear, a drool-inducing grin sliding across his face. Seconds later her cell played a tinny version of “The Electric Slide,” the cheesy song he’d asked her to dance to at the club the night she met him.
He slid the sunglasses from his nose, keeping the phone pressed to his ear above the low, dark blond ponytail at his nape, and watched her expectantly.
Oh. He wanted her to answer it. Sadie dug the phone out of her denim mini skirt. “Hello?”
“Let me see you.”
His low, sultry voice commanded her to obey. She stepped into the sunlight on her stoop, grasping the rail for support while Aiden’s intense gaze all but buckled her knees.
“Hello, beautiful,” he muttered into the phone, his words slightly out of sync with his lips.
His lips. A memory of the last kiss—the only kiss—he’d given her heated the blood in her veins. The back of her neck started to sweat. She should have worn her hair up. She swept a hand through her blond waves and resisted the very tangible urge to march down to him and have his mouth for an appetizer.
Can’t Let Go is available everywhere ebooks are sold.