Through a fortunate series of events, Will Bradford’s winery hits the map in a huge way, with demand far outpacing production. After months of chaos and unmanageable growth he decides to bring in a specialist to help him get organized.
Queen of organization Avalon Reece is a closet chaotic. She’s rebelled against a childhood of wanderlust with a hippie mother by striving to maintain order in her life. Everything has a place and she means to see it there. For her, love is messy and she avoids it at all costs. Until she accept a consulting job with Will to put his life in order.
Will sees beyond the straightlaced, orderly woman to the free-spirit Avalon tries hard to hide. That’s the woman he wants, in spite of how it might impact his business.
“What do you want me to say?” The weight of his arm warmed her. The sensation of being tucked along his side blasted pleasurably through her skin.
Will stopped again, facing her, and rested his hands on her shoulders, close enough the flecks of gold in his eyes glittered and his peppermint scented breath tickled her cheek. The corner of his mouth turned up. “Tell me you have a wild side just dying to get out. Tell me if I closed the scant distance between us, and kissed you, it would be okay. Tell me you want this as much as I do, Ava.”
He wrested the iPad away from her and balanced it on a nearby stump. Returning to her side, he edged in close enough for her to spot the pulse pounding heavily in his neck.
She searched his face, debating the intelligence of giving in to the urge swamping her, the desire to test his lips and see if they were as soft as they looked. To know how they’d feel curled up in a smile against her mouth. She licked her lips again.
He groaned, the sound rising in his chest. His hands tightened on her shoulders, but still he waited, not attempting to kiss her. Giving her the chance to say yes or no.
Raising her face, she gave him permission without saying a word.
He closed the distance between them, holding her gaze until the last second, then his lashes swept downward, brushing her face as they closed. The first touch of his lips was tentative, sweet. A gentle flicker of butterfly wings against hers. But then he increased the pressure and slid his hands down to hers, linking their fingers together. He tugged her forward until her body pressed against his.
A flare of desire flashed through Avalon with a stark intensity that caused her to gasp. He took advantage of her open mouth to explore within, his tongue probing and dancing across hers.
Her legs trembled and her heart quivered as he clasped her tighter, dragging her hands behind his back until they rested atop his buttocks. Releasing her wrists, he wrapped his arms around her and snugged her closer, hip to hip and chest to chest. She flattened her palms against him, one low on the small of his back, the other climbing higher, counting the indentations along his spine until she reached a spot between his shoulder blades.
His onslaught on her mouth continued, each stroke of his lips, each slow lap of his tongue fanning the flames burning her up from the inside. She wanted this. No matter what she’d told herself, she’d wanted Will’s kiss since she’d first talked to him. First seen his picture. And she’d been right; the curve of his lips on hers was perfect.
There was something primal and carnal about him that couldn’t be denied.
Gemma’s favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a ’round tuit,’ and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she’d write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to ‘Dear Author’ were gratifying.
After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.