Irresistible
Cloverleigh Farms #1
By Melanie Harlow
I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love—I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar.
Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s twenty-seven, the boss’s daughter, and my new part-time nanny—which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her?
(Exactly the kind of jerk you’re thinking.)
Actually, I’m worse than that—because I didn’t stop with a kiss, and now I can’t stay away. She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it’s like to want something just for me. She’s everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined.
I’m a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start.
But I didn’t. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves.
Even if it means giving her up.
Review
This is a story of two people on a bumpy path to happily ever after. Frannie and Mack want each other even though they shouldn’t. The heart wants what it wants. And their hearts want each other. If only love was that simple. We all know love is NEVER that simple. It’s complicated and hard work, but so worth it if you really love that person.
The road to a happy heart for Frannie and Mack isn’t an easy one. There are things that get in the way like parents, work, ex-wife, and kids. However, we cannot forgot self-doubt because Mack has a hard time knowing his own worth. But Frannie sees what he is worth and she is willing to fight for his love, even when he isn’t sure if he is worthy of her love. Frannie has her own demons to fight when it comes to loving herself and Mack, but she gets there.
I really enjoyed this book. It was a fast, fun read. Perfect for a rainy or snowy day in bed or on the couch. You will get lost in these characters and their love story. I can’t wait to read the next book in this new series. Melanie you have another winner on your hands.
Excerpt
“I put an extra pillow on the couch. I just need to grab a spare pillowcase for it from the linen closet. I’ll do that right now.”
“Okay.”
“All the blankets are still down there too.”
“Okay. Thanks.” She smiled at me, and my chest got so tight I could hardly breathe.
Go, asshole. Get the pillowcase. Get downstairs. Leave her alone to change and get the hell into your room where you belong. Then shut the door and don’t even think about coming out again.
But I stood there staring at her for ten more seconds, my hands clenched in fists at my sides. I wanted to kiss her so f*cking badly. Just once, to know what those sweet little lips would feel like on mine. To hold her in my arms. I found myself wondering, on a scale of one to ten, exactly how wrong it would be. A seven? An eight?
I shoved my hands in my pockets.
She glanced over her shoulder into the bathroom. “Guess I’ll get changed.”
I nodded. “Okay. ’Night.”
“’Night.” She went into the bathroom and shut the door, and I slumped over with a sigh of relief.
F*ck. That was close.
Then I ran to the linen closet, grabbed a spare pillowcase, and descended the stairs three at a time. I had to be out of the living room by the time she came down.
The problem was, I’m shit at changing pillowcases. I can get the old one off just fine, but fuck if I can get the new one on. Three minutes in, I was flustered and sweaty and still trying to shove that fat fucking pillow into the case—why the hell was this so difficult? Why was it sideways? Had the case shrunk in the dryer? Cursing, I switched on a lamp and tried again.
Of course, she came tiptoeing down the stairs in time to see me struggling with it. Giggling, she set her clothing on the couch and reached for the pillow. “What’s happening here, is it fighting back?”
“Yeah.” Gladly, I handed it over, groaning inwardly at the sight of her in my shirt. It was huge on her—the hem nearly reached her knees—but that was probably a good thing. I did not need to see any more of her bare legs.
“There.” She slipped the pillowcase on with no trouble at all.
I shook my head. “What’s the secret? And why do only women seem to know it?”
She hugged the pillow and gave me a devious smile. “I’ll never tell.”
God, she was cute. And sexy. And really, really close. The curtains were closed and only one lamp was on, making the room feel intimate. The house was sleepy and silent under the snow, and we were alone—whatever happened would be our secret. My mind went to a dangerous place. My heart was doing something scary in my chest.
Nothing can happen, I told myself. Nothing.
But instead of backing away from her and going to bed like I was supposed to, I reached for the pillow she held and tossed it onto the couch.
Her smile faded.
I moved closer to her. I took her face in my hands. I rubbed a thumb over her soft pink lips.
“You should tell me to go to bed,” I said quietly.
“Why?” she whispered.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”
Be sure to pick up a copy next week. The book is set to release on February 25, 2019.
Author
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. Her stories are about modern couples falling in old-fashioned love, and even though romance is a fantasy, her heroes and heroines are everyday people with real problems who stumble on their way to happily ever after. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband and two daughters.
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