![]() French Quarter Flirt
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: He started to walk away, but she took him by the biceps. They were becoming familiar with one another’s bodies with the dancing and the feigning of their relationship. “What do you want? Pretend all obstacles are out of your way. You can have anything you want. What is it?” He searched her eyes, concentrating on her hard. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him this serious. She knew he had the potential to be serious, because he was a lawyer. But the Garrett she knew was all fun and games pretty much all the time. This Garrett was new to her. This Garrett intrigued her. “I want…” She could see his mind whirling, his lips begging to speak the words, but he was holding back. Then something in his face changed, and she could see his resolve waning. He slipped one hand behind her back and the other under her legs and before she knew what was happening, he was carrying her down the beach toward the ocean. “Garrett, what the hell?” “You asked what I wanted. I want to throw your ass in the ocean.” “Garrett,” she said on a laugh, because he couldn’t be serious right now. “Garrett, put me down. I mean it.” “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to throw you in Lake Pontchartrain?” “This is an ongoing obsession?” “Absolutely.” They approached the shore and he jostled her, getting a better grip on her. A strong wave rushed at Garrett’s ankles, but he didn’t move out of the way. “You’re getting your good shoes all wet. You probably need to wear those tomorrow night.” “If you think I’m bothered by a little ocean water in my shoes, then you don’t know me at all.” She clasped her fingers together at the back of his neck, feeling like a girl half her size. Savannah had lived in a big body her whole life, and here was this man picking her up like she was a waif. “Well, if you think I won’t be bothered by being submerged in freezing cold ocean water in this dress and these shoes I do want to wear again, you don’t know me at all.” “I’ll go in with you.” “That makes it so much better,” she said, pursing her lips at him. “Come on, Sanderson, do something wild with me.” As Savannah gazed into Garrett’s dancing eyes, she understood one thing all too clearly. Whatever he was selling, she was buying. She kicked off her shoes. “If you’re game, I’m game.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Let’s take the plunge.” ![]()
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