Forget all those other best-friend romances you might have read.
Jace and Isabella have only known each other…since kindergarten. And he hasn’t been secretly in love with her…for more than six or seven years. She doesn’t make him bristle with jealousy when she goes out with other guys…that he’ll admit to. And she doesn’t get all flustered and confused when she starts to find him incredibly sexy…too often.
But they definitely don’t transform their friendship into romance…right away.
Isabella has known Jace all her life, and she’s been best friends with him since high school, when she used to date his best friend. Now she’s ready to settle down and get married, and she’s decided that her sister’s wedding in three months is her deadline. She’s going to find the man of her dreams in time to take him to the wedding.
Now if only Jace would stop acting strange and territorial so he could help her.
Excerpt from Speed Dating (Book #2: Preston’s Mill Series):
Copyright © Noelle Adams and Samantha Chase 2017
She stared at him fixedly until she saw the corner of his mouth twitch just slightly.
“I knew it! You’re bluffing!”
“Never.” He was obviously still trying to hold onto his composure, but his eyes were brimming with humor, and he was having trouble hiding a smile.
“Cheater!” Bursting into laughter, she tackled him, playfully pushing him down so he was lying on his back on the floor. “You’re cheating, and you know it, so you have to forfeit the game.”
She realized her mistake when Jace’s hard, lean body started to rub against hers. Her heart began to race with excitement as her breath quickened and shivers of excitement ran up and down her spine.
His hand slowly slid down her back until he was cupping her hips, almost—almost—touching her bottom. “I’ll never forfeit. I’ll go to my death declaring that Zoroastrian is a perfectly legitimate Scrabble word.”
Despite his light tone, his expression had changed again. His eyes were hot. So hot. As hot as she felt.
She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against him again, and she suddenly realized how tense his body was.
Tense. And tight. And hard.
All of him hard.
He shifted beneath her weight, and every little move he made against her fired all of her sensitized nerve endings.
She wanted him to roll over on top of her. Sink into her completely.
She wanted him to bury himself in her and never come out.
Jace closed his eyes and took a slightly shaky breath, and she knew now why that was.
He was aroused beneath her. She could feel it very starkly when she rubbed her pelvis against his.
She made a breathless noise at the realization, and she trailed her hand down his chest to his belly.
Jace jerked in what looked like surprised pleasure.
“Jace?” she whispered, her hand grazing down even further.
It felt like there was some sort of magnetic force drawing her hand down toward the bulge of his erection. He was sweating a little—she could see it—and his breath was blowing in and out in short huffs.
He grunted, not really forming a complete word.
Isabella’s hand had reached his belt, and she idly played with the supple leather. Maybe it was the wine. Or maybe she’d been holding back for too long.
But she heard herself saying, “I know that we’re just friends, and that we said that kiss didn’t mean anything. I know touching like this is really against the rules.”
Her hand slipped down even lower, brushing against the bulge at the front of his trousers. Jace let out a soft strangled sound in response, as if he were desperately trying to hold himself back.
The knowledge was all she needed to know.
He wanted this just as much as she did.
“But I was wondering,” Isabella continued, lifting her upper body so she could look down on his strained face, “if maybe we could break that rule… a little.”
About the author and where to find her:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel. She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. If you’d like to contact Noelle, please contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org. Or connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.