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Title: WHEN LIGHT LEADS TO YOU
Author: C.R. Ellis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About WHEN LIGHT LEADS TO YOU
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a crush on a boy. Eventually, they fell in love. They lived happily ever after.
Except they didn’t. Not even close.
I’m the girl, but that’s not my story.
Once upon a time, I fell for a boy, but we didn’t have a happily ever after. In fact, we crashed and burned. Which turned out to be for the best because it forced me to grow up and realize the only wedding bells in my future are the ones I orchestrate for clients.
For six years I’ve been perfectly content with meaningless, short-lived flings and running from anything that resembles a real relationship.
He’s my best friend’s brother, and he’s no longer the boy I fell for—he’s a man I can’t stand.
Oh, and he’s also my new neighbor.
Seemingly overnight, Jasmine Winters went from being my sister’s best friend to being the girl I couldn’t get enough of. But like most good things, it didn’t last.
Things fell apart so suddenly, I’m able to convince myself that summer never happened. At least, I was, until the only distance between us is a hallway instead of a time zone.
Six years ago, I let Jasmine slip through my fingers without an explanation because I was convinced we’d be better off apart. But now that we’re neighbors, our unspoken vow of apathy has unwittingly been shattered. Our exchanges consist of trading insults and icy stare downs. But in-between, I catch glimpses of the way she used to look at me, glimpses of the girl I fell for years ago.
Things are different now, though. This time… I won’t let her walk away without giving me answers.
When Light Leads to You is the second full-length novel of the Forget Me Knot series, but can be read as a standalone. **Due to strong language and the sexy times between these two, this book is recommended to readers ages 18 and up.**
I studied his back and shoulder muscles while he worked, weighing my desire for him against my desire for breakfast. The ripples of his muscles were more enticing than the bacon he was cooking—and that’s saying something, because bacon is like sex in food form; even if you regret it later, it’s so damn delicious at the time that you just don’t care how you’ll feel later.
He glanced my way and caught me staring. “Like what you see?” he asked, flipping a pancake with one hand and then bacon with the other.
“I always enjoy the sight of sizzling bacon. It is a little distracting to have you shirtless in the same line of sight though,” I teased, dipping my fingers into the remaining pancake batter.
He smirked, but it was short-lived when I smeared the pancake mixture all over his face and neck. I laughed and took a step back. His green eyes widened, his face froze in disbelief.
Jasmine 1, Dean 0.
His eyes stayed on mine as his hands slowly turned off the griddle and stove. He moved toward the bowl of batter and gripped it.
“I cannot believe you just did that.” He wiped away some of the batter, but it continued to drip down his throat and onto his chest. I had the strongest urge to fling myself against him and lick the batter off.
I gulped and took another step back, though it didn’t do much good when he took one large step toward me. My eyes went wide while his glinted with humor.
Knowing payback was inevitable, I slowly pulled my arms into the shirt to take it off. It was my only line of defense against the batter, but it was now my shirt, and I didn’t wantit to become a casualty of war. Plus, after how much appreciation he’d shown my tits this morning, it was worth a shot to see if they could distract him enough to drop the batter.
“Uh, what…the hell are you doing?” he asked as his eyes traveled the length of my torso, his hands still wrapped around the bowl like he was about to toss it on me.
“You already ruined one shirt I was planning to keep; I’m not letting this one go down too.” I pulled it off and tossed it to his couch, out of the danger zone. Would he still get me back if I flung myself onto his couch, too? Probably.
He laughed. “And here I thought you were just trying to distract me.”
“Oh, well, that too. Is it working?” I asked, thankful the kitchen island still separated us by a few feet.
“Not in the way you’re hoping for.”
Dean sidestepped around the island to bring himself to my side.
He smiled and dipped his fingers in the batter slowly, one by one. Could he be any hotter? I wanted to lick each one of his long, perfectly skilled fingers. But something told me he was on a mission for payback. After snapping back to reality, I made a dash for the bedroom.
He was faster and closed the distance between us, engulfing me in his free arm. I wiggled futilely, only succeeding in transferring some of the batter from his chest to my back.
He made a tsk-tsk sound against my ear. “Looks like the tables have turned, Goldie,” he murmured. I was already more turned on than wary of his payback, so I was momentarily distracted by the familiar pulsating desire between my legs when he brought his batter-covered hand up and smeared it all over my chest and neck.
About C.R. Ellis:
C.R. Ellis is a Texas native who writes contemporary romance novels with plenty of drama and humor, and just enough heat to ignite e-readers and paperbacks everywhere. She can almost always be found attached to her laptop with coffee nearby and her two trusty canine sidekicks by her side. When she’s not writing or plotting, she enjoys going to concerts with her sweet husband, dragging him along to see rom-coms at any theater that serves booze, checking off the next destination on her ever-growing travel bucket list, and trying new recipes.
Her passion for writing stems from her lifelong love of reading, and she often binge-reads entire books in a day. She’s an unapologetic book hoarder, and her paperback collection is rivaled only by her massive shoe collection.
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