Can’t
Stop Lovin’ You
Maverick Junction #3
Maverick Junction #3
By: Lynette Austin
Forever Yours
Forever Yours
THERE'S
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Maggie
Sullivan can't wait to get out of Texas. Luckily, she just got the break she
needed to make her big-city dreams a reality. But then Brawley Odell swaggers
back into Maverick Junction, looking hotter than ever in his dusty cowboy boots
and well-worn jeans. He's the guy she still dreams of at night. The guy who
broke her heart when he left her behind.
Fed up with
city life, Brawley jumps at the chance to return home and take over the local
vet's practice—and get back to the smart, sassy woman he's never been able
forget. He couldn't be prouder of Maggie's new wedding-dress business . . .
until he realizes it may mean losing her all over again. Determined to win her
back, Brawley must find a way to convince Maggie that their one true home is
with each other.
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Her sigh filled the garden. “I really do have to
go. I’m a business woman, and I have to be up early.”
He nodded.
She stood. “This was nice. Thanks.”
He took both her hands in his. She swayed toward him, started to kiss his cheek.
“No.” He met her lips with his. Hunger, raw and deep, ripped through him. He tasted the same emotion on her lips, in her. One kiss led to another and another.
Breathing hard, she broke away, running her fingers through her hair to push it off her face. “I can’t do this. It was never a question of chemistry. We had that in spades.”
“We still do.” His voice was husky and ragged.
“I can’t and won’t deny that.”
“Come upstairs with me. Stay the night.” He trailed kisses along her neck, her collarbone. She shivered, and he knew she was close.
But she put her hands on his arms and pushed away. “I can’t.”
“I know I handled things badly, but how can you hold it against me so long?”
She didn’t answer. Simply turned to walk away.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it before she melted into the night, leaving him standing in the dark, wanting more. So much more.
He nodded.
She stood. “This was nice. Thanks.”
He took both her hands in his. She swayed toward him, started to kiss his cheek.
“No.” He met her lips with his. Hunger, raw and deep, ripped through him. He tasted the same emotion on her lips, in her. One kiss led to another and another.
Breathing hard, she broke away, running her fingers through her hair to push it off her face. “I can’t do this. It was never a question of chemistry. We had that in spades.”
“We still do.” His voice was husky and ragged.
“I can’t and won’t deny that.”
“Come upstairs with me. Stay the night.” He trailed kisses along her neck, her collarbone. She shivered, and he knew she was close.
But she put her hands on his arms and pushed away. “I can’t.”
“I know I handled things badly, but how can you hold it against me so long?”
She didn’t answer. Simply turned to walk away.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it before she melted into the night, leaving him standing in the dark, wanting more. So much more.
Lynnette
Austin, a
recovering middle school teacher, loves long rides with the top down and the
music cranked up, the Gulf of Mexico when a storm is brewing, chocolate frozen
custard, anything by Blake Shelton, Chris Young, and Thomas Rhett, and sitting
in her local coffee shop reading and enjoying an iced coffee. She and her
husband divide their time between Southwest Florida's beaches and Georgia's
Blue Ridge Mountains. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart
takes her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all
their business, for better or worse. Writing for Grand Central and Sourcebooks,
she’s published twelve novels and is at work on a new series.
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