Bound By The Kincaid Baby
A pricey pewter-colored SUV blocked Carly's driveway Monday evening. She maneuvered the stroller around the big bumper and glanced at her house. The setting sun's slanted rays revealed an equally expensive-looking man on her porch swing. If he was the dishwasher repairman she'd called this morning, then she seriously needed to consider changing occupations because appliance repair paid better than physical therapy.
He rose as she turned up the walk, unfolding a tall and broad-shouldered frame beneath a black suit and pale yellow shirt and knotted black patterned tie. Short dark hair swept back from his forehead, and as she drew nearer she noticed the intense green eyes set beneath thick eyebrows in a gorgeous face. The kind of face that could launch a thousand sexual fantasies.
Despite the oppressive June heat and Miami humidity, he looked fresh from the boardroom ... read full excerpt from Bound by the Kincaid Baby ebook
