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Title: Truth or Dare
Author: Anne Conley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Truth or Dare:When a child’s game goes delightfully wrong, Jude finds himself rethinking his current status quo. Jude finds himself strangely looking to Annette to make sense of his own life.
Annette is trying not to get distracted by the sexy firefighter, but when her artistic retreat begins in disaster, Jude’s playing the hero she can’t ignore. Suddenly, her artwork is completely changed with Jude’s exquisite lines transforming her landscapes.
Up until now, their life was like a notebook full of doodles, but it’s turning into a full-fledged art showing, and neither of them know how to deal with the embers of desire when they ignite into flames.
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Exclusive Excerpt:He hadn’t been subtle. Drake wanted her in his bed. She’d reiterated once more when he’d picked her up that this was not a date and she wasn’t getting romantic with him, but he’d acted so affronted she’d let it go.
His hands were like little tentacles roaming over her backside, just barely keeping his touches PG.
Annette almost welcomed the prickle she felt at her shoulder blades. Even though his manicured hand was on her lower back, it was cold and dry. The heat she felt at the base of her neck was blazing, spreading out on her exposed shoulder blades.
It was like someone was setting her body on fire with just one look, and she couldn’t stop herself from craning her neck to see who it was.
Amber eyes just behind her. Amber eyes she had drawn more than she forgot, even though after that kiss, she knew she had to forget. That kiss which spoke of nothing but possibilities. Possibilities of sleepless nights, sweaty sheets, and breakfast in bed.
She almost groaned aloud at his appearance. It wasn’t just the fact he was here, which shouldn’t have surprised her because it seemed the whole town was here. But he wore a firefighter’s dress uniform like he was born to wear it. The red stripe down the pants leg, the shield on the breast pocket, the silver buttons going down the double-breasted jacket that fit over his biceps like a second skin, the hat tucked under his arm.
It figured he was a firefighter. That gave him another layer of hotness—one she couldn’t deal with. If he was hard to resist before, just the fact he was someone who ran into danger willy-nilly to save lives detonated her panties.
She turned her head back to the dirty-joker, trying to ignore him, but as if Jude knew what she was up to, he spoke.
“Drake, my man, how’s things? You bid on the cabin yet?” Jude clapped Drake on the back as if they were old friends, which also figured.
This whole cabin thing had her flummoxed. Drake had made a huge deal out of making sure she didn’t have a job—a subtle reminder of what he perceived she owed him—and was bidding on this cabin on the mountain as a retreat for her so she could finish the pieces for the gallery show. On the surface, it was a generous offer, especially after she saw how much he bid on it, but she knew Drake’s type, and he was calculating. She had clarified that she would be alone at the cabin, and he’d acted insulted she would think otherwise.
But she wasn’t stupid.
“Jude, I’d like you to meet my latest discovery, Annette Young.” Drake pushed her with his hand at her back, yet he left it there possessively. He was staking his claim and flaunting her in another man’s face, and it was starting to piss her off.
Instead of shaking her hand, Jude leaned down and kissed her knuckles, his lips a reminder of their shared kiss. His warm lips were soft, slightly parted, and if she wasn’t mistaken, his tongue snaked out for a taste.
As Jude’s golden eyes glowed at her in the darkness, Annette felt her body’s reaction to him. She was panting, her knees were slightly weak, and the blazing, tickling feeling she’d felt between her shoulder blades earlier was now traveling through her bloodstream, pooling low in her belly.
Yep. Needed to steer clear of this guy.
About the Author:
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
Currently, she has five romance series. Playing with Fire explores the trials and tribulations of a small team of fire fighters in the fictional mountain town of Pamona Gulch. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, Jordan, Hollerman, and Simon. Her favorite series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.