New Release: A Brand New Ending by Jennifer Probst
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A BRAND NEW ENDING (Stay, #2) by Jennifer Probst
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A love story will be rewritten in this heartfelt romance from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst.
Ophelia Bishop was a lovestruck teenage girl when she and Kyle Kimpton chased their dreams to Hollywood. Kyle’s dreams came true. Ophelia’s did not. When Kyle chose his career over their relationship, Ophelia returned home to rural New York to run the family’s B & B—wiser, and more guarded against foolish fantasies. Now Kyle has come crashing back into her life, and all her defenses are down.
Kyle can’t think of a better place to write his latest screenplay than his hometown. After all, that was where he met the heart of his inspiration—his first love. He knows the damage he’s caused Ophelia, and he wants a chance to mend their relationship. If anyone can prove to Ophelia that happy ever afters aren’t only for the movies, it should be him.
As much as Ophelia’s changed, she still has feelings for Kyle. But her heart has been broken before, and she knows that Kyle could run back to Hollywood at any time. She gave up her dreams once, but maybe she can dare to change her own love story…one last time.Add the book to Goodreads
“You don’t have to clean up,”she said. “I got it.”
“No, you’ve done enough this morning. Let me.”
With his tight ass cupped in jeans and a soapy sponge in his hand doing dishes, the scene was total porn. Her knees grew a bit weak. “Thanks. Who are you having dinner with tonight?”she asked.
“No one. Just not her.”
Pleasure shot through her. “Not interested, huh?”
He gave her a stunned look. “Are you kidding me? Definitely not my type.”
“Oh yeah? What is your type?”
He gave a low laugh, moving the sponge in perfect circles. “Not someone with perfectly manicured fingernails. I like a woman who knows how to get dirty and messy.”
Laughter bubbled inside. She glanced at her own hands, which hadn’t seen polish in years. “Hmm, interesting. What else?”
“Let’s see . . . a woman who doesn’t agree with everything I say. That gets old. I prefer a challenge.”
“Does a woman who calls you a controlling asshole count as a challenge?”
“Definitely. That just turns me on.”
She cocked her hip and pursed her lips. “You are definitely an odd man. Anything else?”
“I do have a fetish not many can satisfy.”
“Hmm. Fetish, huh? I hope it’s not feet. That’s just wrong.”
“Nope. Freckles. I love freckles scattered across pale skin. They’re like a Picasso painting I can’t stop staring at.”
Pleasure flushed her cheeks. “More like paint-by-number, but I won’t judge.”
“Then there’s sex.”
She stilled. Her heart beat madly in her chest. “Sex?”
“I have certain needs that many would find difficult to satisfy.”
An image floated past her vision. His body pressed over hers, his tongue diving deep into her mouth with a tender fierceness that shook her to the core. He’d always had an insatiable appetite in the bedroom. Their sex life had never been an issue—it had, in fact, kept the fragments of their relationship together longer than she imagined possible.
“Kinky stuff?”she asked.
“More like particular. I need a woman who’s able to handle me.”
Her gaze dropped. “Cocky much?”
“I need the scent of lavender and honey in my nostrils, and the sweet taste of her essence sticky on my lips. I need to look into blistering blue eyes and know I belong to her.”
Her vision misted over. She swayed on her feet. He turned off the sink, dried his hands with slow, deliberate motions, and faced her. “I need to slide into her sweet body and be welcomed home. Touch her body and make her moan. I need a woman strong enough to let me fall apart in her arms, then put me back together. Do you understand, Ophelia?”
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her entire body was on fire, nerves on edge, ready to explode. His raw words stroked her ears—and between her legs.
“Ophelia? Do you understand?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Good. Then you know why I’m not interested in Devon.”He gave her a naughty wink and spun on his heel. “Gotta get to work on that saggy middle of the book. Catch you later.”
He left her flushed, off-kilter, and practically throbbing with need.
Bastard.
Damn, she was crazy about him.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Jennifer Probst - Bio:
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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