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Think heat as the story will fall under the wilder roses catalog. Possible triggers - sea, water, Caribbean, pirate, cougar, resistance, seduction, yacht, bodyguard, or video games.
Life has taught forty-two-year-old Jess to protect herself emotionally and physically. Her abusive ex-husband skewed her idea of what a real relationship entails. She loves with passion but doesn’t take crap from anyone except her beautiful daughter.
When she’s assigned to protect a multi-millionaire game designer everything changes. He's far too young but Sean ignites a passion that captures Jess's body and mind. She refuses to admit the attraction because of the twelve year difference, but Sean becomes the one thing Jess can’t control. She tries to push him away but to do so she has to touch him. Bad idea. She tries to block him out of her head, but he sneaks beyond her defenses. No matter what she does, he won’t back down and leave her be. Damned irritating brat.
In Jess, Sean sees a fit, sexy, and beautiful woman who makes him laugh, keeps him humble, and does not want him solely for his checkbook. Jess teases Sean’s sense of humor and stirs emotions he’s repressed for too long. He doesn’t see the age difference as an issue. His heart and body want her plain and simple. He just has to get past her hang ups, survive a pirate attack at sea, and convince his sexy bodyguard to let him love her. What could be easier?
Excerpt: Slight language warning
She gestured around the room. “This wasn’t handed down from Great Grandpa So-and-so?”
“No. The boat I rented. The money I earned. Some from talent, most by sheer luck.”
“I design computer games.”
A generation next job. What other profession would a self-made rich kid have? “Of course you do.” She let go of his bicep and scooted away. “You have to go.”
Because every word that comes out of your mouth reminds me of how old I am. A woman who grew up with Pacman and Donkey Kong should not want to jump a modern gamer. “Because I’m out of my mind to be here, with you, like this.” She forced herself to rise, to move away from the bed and the illogical allure of his presence.
He stood, blocking the narrow path to the door. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“What’s wrong? Every time I’m around you, I start thinking things I shouldn’t, that’s what.”
“Really? Anything you’d like to share?”
His cheeky grin teased desire. She longed to kiss it, to soak up his sexiness for later. “Get out of my room, brat.”
He trailed a finger down the side of her face and across to slowly outline her lips. Heat pooled hot and heavy between her legs. “Don’t send me away, Jess. Not when I want to stay so very much.”
How did he know exactly what to say? Did someone teach that to young men? Guys of her generation didn’t have a clue for the most part. “Damn it, kid. I’m twice your age.”
“You are not, and if you were, who cares?”
“I don’t want to want you.”
“But you do. I see it.”
His grin flashed again. “When you look at me, you lean ever so slightly forward, and your nipples tighten under your top.”
“They do not.”
“Do too.” He chuckled and edged closer. His long, muscular hands circled her waist and kept her from collapsing in an embarrassing puddle at his feet. “You also lick your lips, wetting them for my kiss. I wonder where else you’re ready for me.”
Everywhere. “Damn it, what do you want?”
He brushed his mouth over hers, more graze than touch. Her entire being tipped toward him, anxious and eager.
“I want you. Plain and simple.”