Release Date: November 17, 2015
Christopher Winslow, the youngest of the four Winslow brothers, was born with a silver spoon in his privileged mouth, which has made it difficult for him to establish his credibility in the fast-approaching congressional race. Working against the clock to assure Pennsylvania voters that he is forthright, trustworthy and able has been an exhausting challenge, but Christopher's chances at beating the incumbant look good.
Julianne Crow, a plus-size model struggling to make ends meet, jumps at the chance to make a little extra cash on the side. What does she have to do? Slip something into Christopher Winslow's drink and take some very naughty pictures with him.
But Christopher is nothing like Julianne expected, and when her actions sabotage his hard-earned campaign only a month before the election, her guilt is overwhelming. She offers Christopher her help in an effort to repair the damage she's caused, but can anything change the fact that he sees her as an opportunist and a mercenary? When she starts campaigning for Christopher, he may find out there's more to her than meets the eye.
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He had no right.
He had no business.
But it didn't matter, because he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and claimed her mouth hungrily with his.
Her lips moved beneath his immediately, her hands flattening on his chest as he reached around her waist and pulled her up against his body. Her lips tasted like coffee with a hint of sweetness, and he wanted more—more of her, more of the sweetness. Sweeping his tongue over her lips, she opened for him, and he tilted his head, slanting his lips to cover hers more perfectly. Their tongues tangled—velvet heat, timid at first and then more sure, her teeth razing his flesh as he plunged hungrily into her mouth, swallowing her whimper and adjusting her against his body so that his hardness lined up with the valley of her sex. He groaned as she nipped his bottom lip, leaning her head to the side as he slipped his tongue back into her mouth. Moaning softly, she arched into him, and he slid his hands up her back, bracketing the sides of her breasts through the flimsy material of her blouse and feeling the frantic, ragged pull of her breath beneath his fingers as he kissed her.
And kissed her.
And kissed her.
Another whimper sounded from the back of her throat, and suddenly he realized that the hands she'd flattened against his chest were pushing him away. With a grunt of frustration, he released her, stepping back. Reaching up, he touched his lips with the back of his hand, panting as his knuckles dragged over the sensitized skin. He scraped in a shaky breath, staring at her, forcing himself not to lunge for her and draw her back into his arms.
Her chest heaved up and down from the force of her breathing, her blouse was disheveled, and the skin around her lips looked pink, though her lipstick was still perfectly in place. Her eyes were wide. And angry.
"You can't do that!" she said in a breathless whisper. "You can't just—"
"I know," he mumbled, dropping his hand from his lips and raking it through his hair. What the hell had he just done? What was he thinking?
"You can't accuse me of . . . of falling for you two days ago and then . . . then k-kiss me in p-private like . . . like the world is ending today. It's not . . . it's not fair, Chris."
"I'm sorry. I just . . ."
He turned his back to her, confusion making him wince. He didn't trust her. He didn't want anything to do with her. Why couldn't he help himself around her?
She raised her voice, speaking angrily to his back. "You said this was a job. An . . . an act. That didn't feel like an act."
"You're confusing me. You don't want me, then you—"
He palmed the back of his neck and turned to face her, his own voice low and lethal in his ears. "I don't want you?"
"Are you insane?" he barked.
"Jules," he gasped, staring at her in disbelief because how could she not know this? Despite what he'd said on Monday, didn't she know? Couldn't she see? And then suddenly he was speaking, his words coming out in a rush, a relief, a completely inappropriate stream of consciousness that he'd never, ever meant to share with her. "I can't think about anything but you. I dream about you. I have imaginary conversations with you. I go to YouTube and replay that press conference kiss over and over again to torture myself because I can't get enough of seeing you in my arms, melting into me. I don't want you?" He took a step toward her, stalking her, taking her arm so she couldn't pull away from him, and leaning into her personal space until they were almost nose to nose. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you!"
Julianne and Christopher met under less than ideal circumstances.
Jules thought she was doing the right thing but was lied to, making one of the biggest mistakes of her life and ruining an innocent man's life in the process.
Christopher is a fair man, an honest to goodness man who wants to give his best to the people of his congressional district. When his world comes crumbling down the day after his sister's wedding, he's devastated and anger fills his heart.
Guilt is consuming her, hate is driving him.
And through it all, lust is prevalent, love starts to ignite, but forgiveness is an act easier said than done.
This book is poetry in motion, this story could easily pass for a fairytale, but the thing I loved the most about this book is the characters, their depth, the way the reader can easily relate to them.
While Christoper, understandably, only feels hatred towards Jules for what she did, soon you start seeing how his view of her start changing. He realizes how intelligent she is, the passion that lives under the beauty she exudes, and how much she cares, not only for her people but for those she meets along the way.
As the story progresses Julianne became my hero, I liked the fact that she's not your cookie cutter heroine. She's an American Indian young woman following her dreams far away from her roots, she's strong, she's proud, a beautiful woman with the heart of a warrior. Yes, she made a huge mistake, but she recognizes this and tries to make amends the only way she knows how, by confronting Christopher and his campaign team admitting her fault in his demise.
I was captivated by Christopher and Jule's story from beginning to end, through the story Katy puts the reader through an array of emotions without sacrificing the plot. A well written story that will stay with me for a long, long time.
"I knew I loved you because I was willing to get hurt. I knew because I was willing to risk my own happiness to secure yours. I knew because being useful to you was more important than protecting my heart."
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