Can't Stop Lovin You + Giveaway
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: CAN’T STOP LOVIN’
YOU
Author: Lynnette Austin
Series: Maverick Junction,
#3
On Sale: July 25, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $4.99 USD
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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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynnette Austin loves
Starbucks, peppermint patties, and long rides with the top down and the music
cranked up! One of the great things about writing is that daydreaming is not
only permissible but encouraged. She grew up in Pennsylvania, moved to New
York, then to Wyoming, and presently divides her time between Florida's beaches
and Georgia's mountains. She's been a finalist in RWA's Golden Heart Contest,
PASIC's Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers' Maggie
Contest. 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.
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“You’re staying,” Maggie whispered.
“I am.”
“You’ll be happy here, Brawley.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“You’ve lived without me for a long
time.”
“But I always knew you’d be here. That I
could get my Maggie fix whenever I needed it with a couple hours’ drive.”
“Brawley—”
“I know.” He held up a hand. “Not fair.
I won’t ask you to stay. I know better than that. This is something you have to
do.”
“It is.”
“Once you’re in New York, though, if you
don’t like it, I’ll be here.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Red, if there’s one thing I’ve learned,
it’s never say never.”
“Fine.” Her heart hammered in her chest.
She moved to the leather love seat, her hand stroking it. “This is yummy.”
“So are you.” The thought tumbled out
before he could stop it.
She turned, so close he could feel her
breath on his face.
He hadn’t meant for it to happen. He
hadn’t brought her here to make a move. But damn if he could keep his hands,
his mouth, off her.
He’d watched her all day, that gorgeous
red hair done up in a tumbled mass, curls escaping and trailing down her neck.
He’d itched to pull out whatever pins held it and spill the fiery strands
around her. Wanted to run his hands through it, feel the silky softness.
More, he wanted to unzip that swath of
silk and let it slide to the floor. Wanted to touch the creamy white skin
beneath. Needed to taste her. Her lips, the back of her knees, her stomach.
Needed to know if she still wore the
little silver ring through her belly button.
Needed almost more than his next breath
to hear her quiet little sighs, her cries of delight as they made love.
His gaze drifted to her red, red lips
when her tongue peeked out between them.
“Maggie—”
“Brawley?”
“Yeah?” He raised his eyes back to hers.
They always reminded him of a Texas meadow right after a spring rainstorm. What
man could resist? Sure as hell not him. He caved. Pulled her to him. Felt her
heat.
The first kiss was tentative. After that
initial foray, though, he lost sight of his good intentions, of right and
wrong.
Soft. So very soft.
His hand moved to the back of her neck,
drawing her closer still. Inching into that silken mass of hair, he removed the
pins one at a time, sighed when the strands spilled loose over his fingers, his
hand, his arm.
His mouth left hers, traced a path along
her chin, over her cheek. He buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply.
God, she smelled good.
Maggie gave him those little sighs,
those moans he’d been craving.
His lips trailed back to hers. When they
parted, he slid his tongue inside to dance with hers. He backed her up till she
was against the sofa.
Sliding a hand beneath her knees, he
scooped her up and laid her on the soft leather, then followed her down. His
hands ran the length of her, his fingers trailing beneath the hem of her dress.
He felt her cool hands on his heated
flesh. Somehow she had his shirt out of his pants and half unbuttoned. Her head
lowered, and she trailed a line of kisses across his bare chest. She stopped at
the small scar just above his navel, flicked her tongue over it.
Brawley sucked in his breath. Maggie had
been the one to mark him there with a stick when they’d been eight-year old
pirates fighting it out with pretend swords. He put a finger beneath her chin
and raised her head to taste her lips again.
She had matured, ripened. Was everything
the eighteen-year- old Maggie had been and more. Much more.
“Oh, Mags,” he whispered into her ear.
“You’re killing me.”
She answered with a long, deep kiss.
He groaned. “I want you so badly it
hurts.”
“Shut up and kiss me, cowboy.”
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