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Iris Alden and Carter Blackwood couldn't be more different. Change-averse Iris likes her life neat and organized, while Carter's itchy feet mean he doesn’t plan to stay in the same place for long.
Iris Alden and Carter Blackwood couldn't be more different. Change-averse Iris likes her life neat and organized, while Carter's itchy feet mean he doesn’t plan to stay in the same place for long.
When Carter moves into the house across the street from Iris, to renovate it, she fights the disruption it causes in her life. Before long, though, it's not simply the house Carter's rebuilding, but Iris's heart, too.
Excerpt
(Iris Alden POV)
“What are you doing here?”
It’s Carter freaking Blackwood. Of
course.
He smiles that ridiculously bright,
white smile of his and lets out a soft snicker. “I’m fixing a floor for a friend,
what are you doing here?”
It’s completely obvious what I’m
doing here, seeing as I’m carrying two huge trays of sugar cookies in my arms.
“A friend? You just moved in. How
do you have friends already?” I say it a bit harsher than I probably should but
honestly, how does he have friends already? James and I were here a good
six months before people started really talking to me. It was a year
before I could call any of them friends. The edges of Carter’s mouth turn down
and his head dips to one side as his shoulders hunch then settle.
“People like me, I guess.”
The smug look on his face is enough
to make me want to slap it. Or kiss it.
Wait. Not kiss it. I didn’t mean
kiss it. Why am I staring at his lips?
“People who don’t want to kill me
that is. Are you okay?”
I blink, and search my brain, but
I’m still not quite sure what to say to him, so I extend my arms. “I brought
cookies.” As soon as I say the words, I hear them. I sound ridiculous and
Carter’s bright eyes crinkle with amusement.
He closes his lids and he breathes
the baked goods in. Then hums. The sound of his voice sends a vibration through
me and I shiver. I am eternally grateful that he doesn’t see it happen.
His eyes open slowly. When they
reach mine, I’m glued to his stare like a deer in the headlights.
“Those cookies smell really fucking
good, Iris.”
The bedroom eyes catch me off guard
and my mouth falls open so I snap it shut. I’m a buffoon with no ability to
speak.
“Can I have one?” He reaches out
and I balance the platter with one hand, then slap his fingers with the other
while I find words. A word that is.
“No.”
“Ow.” He pulls his hand away, like
a child getting reprimanded, only when we make eye contact again, he doesn’t
seem child like to me.
I wouldn’t say he’s angry. He doesn’t exactly laugh, either. And his eyes gleam as he stares at me. I hate his eyes almost as much as I hate his teeth. Maybe more. Dammit, I’m staring, again.
I wouldn’t say he’s angry. He doesn’t exactly laugh, either. And his eyes gleam as he stares at me. I hate his eyes almost as much as I hate his teeth. Maybe more. Dammit, I’m staring, again.
“They’re for Ally’s class,” I tell
him. “Fundraiser, I mean bake sale.” I fumble my words. He’s so frustrating.
About the Author
A movie fanatic, a writer of stories, a lover of life.
A movie fanatic, a writer of stories, a lover of life.
Jo grew up in Maryland with
four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the
vicinity – but it was too cold up North for this thin blooded girl. So today,
she lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband that shares her same
sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.
Life
is too short to put dreams on the back burner.
Jo tells contemporary stories
with romance, humor, the supernatural, the paranormal, suspense, mystery,
action and anything else she can think up.
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