Title: Want Me Always
Author: Lea Nolan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Want Me Always:
Wren Donovan’s done
with love. Betrayed and humiliated by her ex-fiancé, she retreats to her
family’s beach house on Heron Harbor Island to lick her wounds and gorge
herself on ice cream, spray cheese, and a box of glazed donuts. Wren vows to
devote herself to her law career and swears off men forever, but she isn’t
prepared for what being reunited with her oldest friend makes her feel…
His heart says yes,
please…
Smith Connors can’t
believe his eyes when Wren walks into his restaurant. He’s loved her since they
were kids, when summertime found them inseparable best friends. As a boy, he’d
never felt good enough for Wren. But now he’s a rising-star chef with a
thriving business who knows what he wants—which means he’s not letting
beautiful, brilliant Wren get away again.
Smith determines to
show Wren how good they could be together, and soon neither of them can resist
the heat growing between them. He’d do anything to earn her faith—and her
heart, if only she could learn to trust again.
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Advance praise
for Want Me Always:
"A
heartfelt story that will make you laugh and swoon! The perfect feel-good
read!" --Laura Kaye, NYT Bestselling Author
"A seaside reunion story that will have you believing that love heals heartbreak and truly transcends time." ~ Christi Barth, USA Today bestselling author
"A seaside reunion story that will have you believing that love heals heartbreak and truly transcends time." ~ Christi Barth, USA Today bestselling author
Exclusive Excerpt:
He was trying to tease
her. And dammit, it was working.
It wasn't fair. Wren had admitted her
attraction and Smith was using it against her. It was time to turn the tables.
They put the finishing touches on the last
wall, then turned to face each other.
"You've got a little paint." Smith
pointed to a small white dot on her T-shirt that she already knew was there.
"Well, you've got a lot of
paint." Wren swiped her still wet brush across his broad chest.
His eyelids stretched wide. "Did you
really just do that?"
She nodded. "Uh huh. And guess what? I'm
going to do it again." Wren swung the brush in the opposite direction,
drawing a giant white X across his black T-shirt.
Smith's jaw dropped as he stared at his chest.
"This is one of my favorite shirts."
Oops. That might have been a mistake. Nervous
laughter bubbled up her throat. "Sorry?"
He lifted his head to meet her gaze.
"Oh, it's on now." With a devilish glint in his eyes, he bent
and scooped a handful of paint from the tray, then hurled it at her. It
splattered her T-shirt and leggings.
"Aaah!" Wren squealed, then ran
across the tarp and ducked behind the covered furniture in the center of the
room.
"You think you can hide from me?"
Smith laughed as he stalked toward her.
"Um...maybe?" she giggled, crouched
behind the dresser.
He loomed over her, his hand filled with
another pool of white paint. "Uh uh. You started this war, you've got to
fight in it."
Wren stood, wearing her best
sweet-and-innocent smile, the one she used when facing a particularly harsh
judge in court.
"Truce?" she asked, her right hand
tucked behind her back.
His lids narrowed. "Give me one reason
why I shouldn't dump this on your head?"
"Because it would be really hard to wash
out."
Smith exhaled. "That's fair." He
slapped the paint on the tarp, then wiped his hand on the only dry spot left on
his T-shirt.
Shaking her head, Wren clucked her tongue.
"It isn't smart to disarm yourself before your opponent does." Rising
on tiptoes, she pulled out the paintbrush she'd kept hidden behind her back and
wiped it across his forehead.
Surprise flashed in his eyes. "You fight
dirty."
She shrugged. "I am a lawyer."
"I'll show you dirty." In one
smooth movement, Smith hoisted her up in his arms, and deposited her on the
dresser top. Spreading her knees wide, he wedged himself between her legs and
leaned in so far, she was nearly lying flat, propped on her elbows. A
mischievous smile played on his lips. "That wasn't very nice."
"But it was funny."
Smith's eyes sparkled. "True, but you
still deserve to be punished. What should your punishment be?" His hard
length pressed against her. It was hot and hard and made her insides coil with
need.
Wren swallowed. "It's never a good idea
to ask the accused to set their own punishment. They always go too light. I'll
leave it to you to decide."
Kiss me. Hard and rough. Then rip off my
clothes and do whatever you want.
"Hmm, what do you deserve?" His
gaze bore into her.
Her breath raged as electric energy sparked between
them.
Smith's own fierce desire was written on his
face. So what was he waiting for? All he had to do was dip his mouth to hers,
then do all the things he'd promised last night.
Finally, his lips curled at the ends.
"I've got it. But you're not going to like it."
Wren smirked. "Try me."
About the Author:
Lea Nolan is a USA Today bestselling author who writes smart, witty contemporary stories filled with head-swooning, heart-throbbing, sweep-you-off your feet romance. She also pens books for young adults featuring bright heroines, crazy-hot heroes, diabolical plot twists, plus a dose of magic, a draft of romance, and a sprinkle of history.
Born and raised on Long Island, New York she loves the water far too much to live inland. With her heroically supportive husband and three brilliant children, she resides in Maryland where she cracks crabs and bakes ugly birthday cakes.
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