Only a week to go until QUARTERBACK DRAW releases! Preorder info is here: jaciburton/books/draw.php How about an exclusive excerpt? Katrina didn’t have friends. Especially not guy friends. She worked, then she went home and hung out with Leo and Anya. That was all she had time for. She didn’t socialize, and she absolutely did not date. She had no idea what Grant’s motive was, but she was not on board for this. And it wasn’t because she didn’t like him. She liked him a little too much, and that was the problem. Just doing the photo shoots with him for the past couple of days sparked feelings and interest she hadn’t felt in . . . Well, never. She had no business feeling those feelings. Not with all she had on her plate. She couldn’t afford to avert her concentration when she had people depending on her. “No. We can’t be friends.” His brows rose. “We can’t. Why not?” “Because . . . well, because.” She inwardly cringed at her lame excuse. She was usually so adept at shutting men down, so cool at expertly pushing them away. Now she fumbled for a valid excuse, and she had no idea why. Because you don’t want to, that’s why. He stepped in, and picked up a strand of her hair. She looked down at where his fingers had hold of her hair, and recalled the way his fingers had felt in her scalp during the photo shoot. She’d liked his hands on her. She wanted more of that. Her body wanted a lot, lot more of him touching her. “You can do better than that. It’s because you think I’m an arrogant asshole.” Her head shot up. “What? No. I never said that.” His lips curved. “I know. Which is why I’ll be calling you when I come to New York.” He pulled out his phone. “Give me your number.” Her number fell out of her mouth, as if she was possessed. What was wrong with her, anyway? “Great. Just a friendly call. We’ll have dinner. Go do some fun touristy things. You, me, and your brother and sister. No strings attached. Promise.” She frantically searched for one of her expert shutdown comebacks, but all thoughts fled as he wrapped his arm around her and tugged her against his hard, muscular body. “Until I see you in a few weeks, Katrina, I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since your director put our lips so close together today.” He slid his hand into her hair—and, dear God, she really liked that. And then he kissed her, and she had no thoughts at all except how soft and full his lips were, how much passion he poured into the kiss, and how he backed her against the door of her bungalow so he could press his body against hers. Oh, that body. She felt every inch of it aligned with hers, and she wanted so much more. She dropped her bag and held onto his shirt, felt the mad wild beat of his heart against her hand as he pressed the kissed deeper, his tongue sliding against hers. She wanted to straddle him, to rock her center against his, to massage the thrumming ache he’d brought to life. That ache roared with demand and it wouldn’t be denied. She wanted to beg him to push open her door and get her naked, then lick her all over until she came about a hundred times. But he finished the kiss, brushed his lips against hers, then leaned his forehead to hers. She heard him swallow while she fought to catch her breath. He took a step back and she saw fiery passion in his eyes. “I’m going to be honest with you here, Katrina. After that kiss? I’m not so sure about the just friends thing.” He turned and walked away, and she fumbled behind her for the door handle, turning it and backing inside. Just friends? Who was he kidding? The man was dangerous. She was going to have to figure out a way to never, ever see Grant Cassidy again.
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