Falling For The Lone Wolf
Liam McCree's day never really started until Jenny Hunter walked into the Laundromat.
Today, as always, she spiked his male radar, and his blood raced a little faster as he instinctively glanced up from his computer, at which he'd been tapping away in his corner of the Suds Club. His pulse beat in his ears, making him feel like he was being tossed around in one of the dryers.
From the first time Liam had seen her, over a year ago, when he'd initially moved into the neighborhood, his fantasy machine had been set to play reel after reel of Jenny 24/7—during the night, during the day… Nope, he never failed to fall asleep picturing how her short, smartly styled blond hair curled to a nape he'd love to nuzzle. How her blue eyes sparkled with the wit and dry humor that attracted so many friends…and probably admirers. How her plump red lips shaped into something sweet and cherrylike, as if ready to be tasted. How her pale skin covered a figure blessed with ample womanly curves.
Normally those curves were decorated with chic clothing when Jenny appeared in the Club. In fact, she liked to dress as fashionably as a 1950s movie goddess who lounged in a ... read full excerpt from: Falling for the Lone Wolf ebook
