Thursday, June 9, 2016
Series: Pembrooke #1
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 29, 2016
She’s a romantic at heart.
Chloe Delaney had three very specific wishes, growing up. She wished to stay settled
in the small mountain town of Pembrooke, where she grew up, to one day be her
own boss, and to fall in love with a man who would be willing to go to the ends of
the earth for her. With her roots firmly planted in Pembrooke’s soil and her bakery,
Sinful Sweets, thriving, two of her wishes have already come true. When a
handsome single father moves to town, she’s certain she’s found the man to fill the
role of wish number three.
The only problem is, you can’t force a frog to turn into a prince.
He isn’t the Prince Charming type.
When Derrick Anderson moved from Jackson Hole to the small town of Pembrooke,
he did it determined to wipe the slate clean. After eight years spent trapped in a
miserable marriage, he’s made a vow to never take the plunge again. He wants to be
untethered, not tangled up in the strings that come with a committed relationship.
He has his daughter, his career, and an ex-wife hell bent on making his life
unbearable. His plate is already full.
The only problem is, he didn’t have a plan in place to protect his heart from her.
Neither of them were prepared for the course their lives would take. But once a
rollercoaster begins to move, you can’t just climb off, now can you?
The only thing they can do is strap in, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.
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I was dreaming. I had to be. There was no other logical explanation for what was
happening to me.
And it was the Best. Dream. Ever.
Something pulled me from the deepest recesses of sleep, and as I blinked my eyes
open to the sight of the darkened room, my sleep-addled brain was still too drowsy
to figure out what had woken me. As I stared out of the French doors, nothing but
black blanketing the forest ahead, my whole body tensed at the realization that the
tingles I’d been feeling thanks to the erotic dream I had of Derrick weren’t abating.
Then I realized why.
“Derrick?” I asked on a gasp as his large hand spanned against my belly, pushing me
further back into him.
“Shh,” he whispered in my ear, just before pulling the lobe between his teeth and
“What are you d-doing?” My voice broke as a shudder worked its way up my throat.
“What I’ve been dying to do for what feels like forever,” was his bewildering answer.
I didn’t understand what was happening. We were supposed to be friends. Just
friends. Yet, for the past few days he’d been acting like he wanted more from me. I
couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on.
When the hell had he started wanting me? Until a few days ago I had no idea he’d
even noticed I was a woman.
“I don’t…” I breathed as his tongue left a trail across my tingling flesh. “I don’t
“Don’t think,” he rumbled. “Just feel, baby. Christ, you undo me.” He bit down on the
tendon that ran from my neck down to my shoulder.
I moaned as the sting of pain sparked into something that made my blood run hot
and my stomach clench. As he rained open-mouth kisses from ear to shoulder and
back again, my hips involuntarily rocked back, pressing against the hardness of his
erection. He groaned against my skin and I shivered as he continued his toe-curling
assault. I’d never had a man pay such attention to that particular spot on my body,
and it was driving me mad. It was as though every single nerve ending in my body
was located right there. What he was doing to me made it impossible to control the
needy sounds that fell from my lips. I was so turned on that rationality had flown
out the window. There wasn’ttomorrow or the repercussions it could hold, there
was only here… only now.
His voice was gravelly as he said, “So fucking sweet,” against my shoulder before
biting down again.
“Mmm, Derrick.” I rolled my hips, pressing harder against his cock, desperate
for something, some friction to help ease the pressure building between my thighs.
With a low, rumbling growl, one hand twisted into my hair, pulling my head back so
hard my scalp stung, while the other snaked from my stomach to my breast and
squeezed. I loved it. All of it. I went mindless with pleasure, nothing mattered but
what Derrick was doing and how it made me feel. I couldn’t think, I could
barely breathe the craving was so intoxicating.
“Oh God.” I rocked and rocked and rocked my hips back as he let go of my breast just
long enough to reach under my t-shirt and palm it without any barrier.
“Love how you light up for me,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward. “Are you
“Derrick,” I whimpered as his hold on my hair enabled him to twist my head any
which way he wanted so he could continue to feast on my skin. “I need…”
“What, baby?” Another bite from him, another groan from me. God, it was like he
was ravenous for me. “What do you need?”
“More,” was all I was able to get out.
In a blink, I was on my back, my top whipped over my head as Derrick loomed above
me, his hips forcing my thighs apart as he settled himself between them. His mouth
claimed mine in a brutal, dominating kiss.
“Mmm, Chloe.” His moan vibrated through his chest and into mine as he trailed
kisses along my jaw. “What are you doing to me?”
“I-I don’t know,” I panted, fisting his hair as my back arched beneath him, pressing
my breasts into his firm, solid chest.
He slid against me, his rigid length pushing against where I needed it the most. At
the pressure of his cock grinding against my core, my head fell back against the
pillow, a low, guttural sound coming from deep within my throat.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he murmured as his lips moved lower and lower. “I
can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.”
His tongue flicked my straining nipple, shooting pulsing waves of pleasure to my
center, making me even wetter, more desperate. With each lash of his tongue, my
body writhed against his, searching for something to send me over the edge, into the
“Oh, God. Don’t stop doing that.” I let out a cry when his mouth pulled away.
He moved back up my body, his lips close to my ear when he whispered, “Tell me
you want me inside you.” My mouth opened to follow his command only to get stuck
in my throat. He let out a pained moan as his hips undulated against me. “Say it.”
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining
about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an
adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being
able to breathe when she stepped outside. That's why God created central air, after
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy-- she refuses to accept that he inherited
her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she's also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid
lover of all types of books-- romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes
to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it's a passion...there's a
difference. Not that she'd expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of
drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book.
Because an artist she is not.
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