Book launch in 3…2…1…
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DATING TROUBLE is the 5th book in the Grover Beach Team series and, complete at 100,000 words, it’s also the longest. Though the series is meant to be one of novellas as you know, I promise I won’t split this book up in two. What I did, however, is write it from the girl’s POV only. You’ll get – just like with Play With Me & Ryan Hunter – the guy’s POV in a separate book at the end of the year. I hope I can live up to your high expectations and can pull off another such stunt as with Ryan Hunter. Susan Miller’s hero certainly deserves it. 😉
If you haven’t read the other books in the series yet, you can still read this as a stand alone. But for a nicer reading experience, I suggest to start at the very beginning. You definitely won’t regret it! PLAY WITH ME is on sale for $0.99 right now!
And here’s a final teaser for you…
Chris, who’d smeared the cream on the cake by now, picked a few oranges from the fruit bowl and juggled them, singing along to “All About That Bass,” until one of the oranges dropped to the floor. Ethan picked it up for him while Chris grabbed a few other fruits. He dug a little deeper into the bowl and finally turned around to his brother, a frown on his face. “Where are the kiwis?”
Ethan sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Crap.” He gave me a guilty look. “I completely forgot about them.”
Annoyed, Chris suppressed a groan. “Go get me some, now.”
Of course, he’d asked me about my favorite fruit, but I didn’t see what was so tragic about not having any kiwi on the cake. As long as there were no peaches in my dessert, I was fine with any fruit. But Chris seemed to want everything perfect.
“How about you go get them yourself?” Ethan taunted him.
Chris braced his hands on the counter and leveled Ethan the same mocking look. “I’m grounded.”
Grimacing, Ethan let go of a sigh. “Right.”
“Hey,” I said, drawing their attention to me. “I can go get them.”
About to slide off the counter, Chris put a hand on my knee and held me back. “Ethan can go. You stay right where you are.”
My heart knocked against the base of my throat. Last time I was alone with Chris, I ended up with a hickey on my neck. It would be wise to insist I run to the store. But Ethan was out of the kitchen before I even had a chance to argue. “Be right back,” he shouted from the hallway. The sound of the front door slamming shut drifted to us.
My nerves in a sudden tangle, I eyed Chris hesitantly. To his credit, he didn’t act as if he had any hidden motives or as if he planned to roast me and have me for dinner. No, he just turned off the music and fished for another stainless steel bowl in a cupboard.
In this one, he dropped several bars of dark chocolate and a chunk of butter. Heating the mass in a bain-marie, he stirred it nonstop with an egg beater. Every now and then, he dipped his finger into the melting chocolate and tasted it.
Strange that he wouldn’t talk to me now that we were alone. It heightened my tension, but like hell would I let him notice that.
The next time he dipped his finger into the chocolate, he jerked back his hand, wincing. A stain landed on the collar of his white t-shirt. “Damn,” he murmured under his breath, trying to wipe the chocolate away, but the dark spot remained.
He turned off the burner and pulled the bowl aside—the chocolate was probably hot and liquidy enough now. Shrugging out of his shirt, he pulled his tee over his head and tossed it across the room. It landed on one of the empty chairs.
I stopped breathing, my chest gone too tight at the sight of his toned body. Heck, did I need to wipe some drool off my lips? Hopefully not, but I couldn’t guarantee. Chris certainly noticed my gaze on him. With a smirk, he pulled the dark gray shirt on again and buttoned it up, leaving only the top two buttons unfastened. His set of silver chains glinted against his skin.
Unaware he’d left me feeling a little woozy with his unintentional strip show, Chris calmly continued stirring the chocolate sauce, improving it with a splash of rum and some grated orange peels. A sweet, warm smell spread in the room, reminding me of birthday cakes and Easter candy.
Next, he peeled an orange and a banana and plucked some grapes from the fruit bowl. Between chopping the fruits on a board, he continued to stir the chocolate and occasionally tested the temperature with his finger. It looked so delicious, I wished he’d let me dip my finger into that bowl, too.
When he finally seemed pleased with the consistency, he retrieved a small plate of strawberries from the fridge and set it on the counter next to me. “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he said softly, his attention on the food in front of him rather than on me.
I did, but a moment later, I opened one eye again to scrutinize him. “You’re not going to stick your finger in my mouth, are you?”
Glancing up, he laughed. “Now that would be a little gross, right?”
It would so be, but he’d offered me his cream-dipped finger before, so who could know with him? I closed my eye again but shot both open the next second. “And you’re not going to kiss me, either?”
Chris, still working the molten chocolate with the egg beater, cocked his head and gave me a funny look. “I wasn’t thinking about it.” A short pause. One corner of his mouth tilted up to a crooked smile. “But now I’m wondering why you were.”
Very funny. “You better play nice, if you want me to stay through dinner.”
“I always play nice, little Sue,” he promised with a touch of mischief in his voice. “Now close your eyes.”
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