Title:
Kelly’s Quest
Author:
Jennifer Ann
Blurb:
Shunned by
her family back home, she followed her best friend to New York with aspirations
to start over. Now broke and homeless with two guys vying for her affection,
she realizes she made a colossal mistake. If she gives in to her desires, will
she only be breaking the rule she set for herself, or will she also be proving
she’s the disappointment her family sees her as?
Kelly
Cavenaugh is a lot of things: intelligent, sexy, vivacious, and a great friend.
But the one thing she’s determined to prove to herself and others is that she’s
not promiscuous. So why do a spoiled rich boy with a dark past and a former
Marine with a high-powered job have to come along and try to break her
resolve?
Theo
Roberts and Erik Murphy only have two things in common: they’re both
dangerously gorgeous, and have their sights set on Kelly. Everyone tells her
Erik isn’t someone she wants to get involved with, however, and Theo seems to
be the total package. If Kelly allows herself to be with one of them, the
choice should be easy. But it’s complicated, and she’ll find herself struggling
to separate passion from reality while trying to establish her new
life.
Jennifer Ann
is the pen name used by Jen Naumann for NA romance novels. When Jen isn't
writing heart wrenching romance novels with hot scenes or young adult
paranormal, she's either chasing her children around southern Minnesota, has
her nose stuck in someone else's book, is curled up watching a movie, can be
found taking pictures of other people (not in a creepy way), or is rocking out
at a concert.
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“Taking a
break already?” Theo asks from the doorway. “Afraid to break a sweat,
Cavenaugh?”
Surprised by
his sudden presence, I let out a quiet gasp. His dark, deeply set eyebrows
looming over his hazel eyes always have a way of turning my insides to pudding.
I’m not usually one to fall for a guy with a military-like haircut, and I
really don’t get why Theo keeps it up considering he’s moved on from the
Marines to the entertainment world. Still his sculpted mouth and sharp jaw
highlighting his square face makes the look actually rather
fitting.
When I saw
him standing on the steps to the brownstone my first day in the city, I thought
Jewels and Adam had changed their mind about hiring a moving company, because
he’s so well built that I’m sure he could move a couch with the strength of his
pinky. Then I realized he’s the guy I’d seen in pictures with Jewels and Adam
from their trip to New York at the beginning of summer. The fact that he can
volley back and forth with me without batting his dark eyelashes makes him even
hotter. I’ve always considered it to be a good sign of character when a guy can
keep up with my sarcasm.
I sigh under
my breath. Why is my best friend always surrounded by crazy hot guys? I mean, I
get that she’s a natural knockout, and she’s fun to hang around because she’s
funny and sincerely cares about her friends. I get that hot guys are naturally
drawn to her, but the sight of Theo’s bulging muscular arms does things to my
sexual desires that should be considered indecent in public. Jewels told me she
once “caught” him naked, and said that his entire body could be declared a
national treasure. I lick my lips when I try to picture whatever it was that
she saw.
Theo regards
me with the same hot desire, one of his dark eyebrows raised. “You okay? You
need...something?”
Although
we’ve been alone for a minute or two before, I’m hyper-aware that we’re standing
in the romantic backyard Adam created for Jewels.
The private, romantic
backyard where anything could happen, and the neighbors wouldn’t see. Feeling
an excited pang down below, I shift my legs.
Theo’s
exactly the kind of guy I should be avoiding: the self-absorbed type who works
out for show, and goes through women the way I once went through men—enjoy and
discard. The last time I fell for someone like him, it started the downward
spiral that landed me here.
I’m not here
to have sex. I’m not here to have sex. I’m not here to have
sex.
Yeah, right.
No matter how many times I chant the mantra, I can’t shake the image of
mounting the insanely hot, former soldier-turned-television producer. The
Marine Corps symbol tattooed on his calf muscle makes me wonder if there are
more tattoos on his body that I could explore. With my tongue.
“Don’t you
have some cars to bench or something?” I ask, irritated by his relentless
ability to turn me on.
He grins,
his eyes smoldering. “Sweetheart, I could
bench you if you
want.”
I lick my
lips again, feeling the onset of a panic attack. This is new, incredibly
dangerous territory. I’m well accustomed to guys wanting to get it on with me,
even some who were as delicious as Theo, but those days are over. So how in
the hell do I say no to an offer like
that?
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