Ready for a little small town fooling around? I found a book that’s the perfect mix of sweet and spicy, from fellow LSB author, Susan Behon. It’s One Last Call, Book 4 of the Madison Falls Series, and it releases today!
One Last Call, Book 4 in the Madison Falls Series, centers around Sarah Brandon, Sophie’s sister who was introduced in Book 1. Sarah owns the Suds and Spuds, a popular bar and grill where most of the characters hang out and attend karaoke night once a month. Sarah leaves work one night and gets into a car wreck while avoiding hitting a deer in the middle of the road. Her long lost love, Josh Logan comes to her rescue. They soon find out that the car wreck was no accident and someone is out to hurt Sarah. Josh is determined to protect her and win her back in the meantime. There is a thin line between love and hate. Their arguments turn heated and their kisses even more so! Old flames burn hotter in Madison Falls.
Stranded and needing a rescue, the last person Sarah Brandon expects to be her knight in shining armor is Josh Logan. One kiss at a time, Josh is out to prove that he would slay dragons for her if she would only give a lost love found a second chance.
Who is this Susan Behon chick?
Susan Behon, author of the Madison Falls series, enjoys creating a world that brings readers romance, laughter, and a healthy dose of sexiness. Susan graduated summa cum laude with a B. A. in English from Norfolk State University. She currently lives in Ohio with her very own romance hero of a husband and their two wonderful daughters.
How can I stalk her?
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1zn8Igz
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How about a few teasers?
~They’d been done for years. Over and then some. Touching Josh out of necessity now should be no big deal. No problem. She was a grown woman now. Besides, he was an ass…with a nice ass. Shut up, Sarah.
~“Hey there, Sarah sunshine.”
An achingly familiar, deep baritone with a sexy southern drawl drifted through the window on her left. There was only one man who had ever called her “sunshine.” She didn’t want to turn her head and see Josh Logan attached to that voice.
Maybe she could fake deafness and he’d go away?
That theory was shot to hell when he murmured, “Hey there, darlin’. You okay?”
Sarah snapped. “Do I look okay to you?”
In her frustration, she’d managed to turn her head to look at him. He was barely lit by the console lights. Still, the full impact of his blue-eyed gaze hit her like a slug to the chest. Oh. My. It was Josh all right.
He still had that same chiseled jawline that she used to love tracing with her lips. The bastard hadn’t even had the decency to go bald and fat.
~“You flipped the switch. You’re using verbal foreplay to lure me in!”
“Verbal foreplay? Honey, this is the way I talk.” He ran a hot fingertip down the side of Sarah’s neck in a slow glide. The tone of his voice became wickedly indulgent. “I can’t help it if you like it.”
“I don’t like it!” Man, I’m such a liar.
“You little liar. I remember everythin’ you like.”
~Her mouth went dry from seeing Josh up close and brightly lit. Sarah managed a nod as she took in his faded blue T-shirt that showcased defined biceps and a broad chest. The washed-out cotton encased a stomach that was still annoyingly flat. A hint of a tattoo on his upper left arm peeked out of the short sleeve. Sarah couldn’t make out what it was. From what she could see, the design looked intricate. She wanted to push up that sleeve and explore him…no, wait, explore the tattoo. Not him. Definitely not him.
~Josh soothed her with nonsense and the strength of his arms around her. “Come on, sunshine. It’s all gonna be all right. If all that hell wouldn’t have happened, I wouldn’t be here right now, sittin’ smack in the middle of heaven, holdin’ you.”
~Josh, you underestimate my love for bacon and my…”
“…hatred of me?” Josh wished he wouldn’t have reminded her of it.
“I don’t hate you.” Sarah’s expression shuttered, and the vibrancy she’d shown while they were bantering disappeared.
“You don’t? What would you call it, then?”
Sarah closed her eyes and let out a deep, frustrated breath. “Look, it was a long time ago. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s forget it and move on, okay?”
Josh opened her door and helped her up as gently as possible. He started the truck, and they drove along in silence for a few moments.
~“No, it’s not going to work. Whatever you have in mind, you can forget it. These aren’t the good old days, and I’m not some naive teenager ready to melt over a Southern twang and some sloppy kisses.”
“Whoa, wait. What do you mean sloppy? My kisses were never sloppy. You used to love my kisses. You weren’t complainin’ back then.”
“I didn’t know any better. Live and learn.”
“When I kiss you—and that’s a when, not an if—the last word you’ll be thinkin’ is sloppy. That’s if you’ll be thinkin’ anythin’ at all.”
“Aren’t you sure of yourself? One thing hasn’t changed. You’re still as cocky as ever. You can forget it. There is no when; there isn’t even an if when it comes to you kissing me. Dream on, bud.”
Here’s a tasty sample:
“Don’t scream, sunshine. You’ll wake up the neighbors.” Josh was reclined on top of her covers, bare feet crossed one over the other and his hands tucked behind his head. His black T-shirt stood out starkly against the pastel colors of her quilt. His faded blue jeans were slung low and outlined his lower half to perfection.
Sarah didn’t know what had her heart pumping faster, getting startled by seeing a man in her bed or the actual sight of that sexy man reclining on her bed like he belonged there.
“Josh?” Sarah hissed. “What the hell are you doing in here? How did you get in? You better hope my mom didn’t hear you!”
He sat up and ran his fingers through the short layers of his tawny brown hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “Am I the only one here havin’ déjà vu?”
“How did you get in here?”
His grin was anything but innocent. “You should lock your window, darlin’. Anyone could climb on in here.”
“What if my mom heard you? You could have woken her up!”
“Why is that?”
“She’s not here.”
“She’s not?” So Sarah had been tiptoeing for nothing? “How do you know?”
“She’s still with my dad.”
“At this time of night?” Sarah felt ridiculous as soon as she asked the question.
“Yep. Guess they’re havin’ a slumber party.” He raised his eyebrows in innuendo. She ignored the images that volley brought forth.
“Then why didn’t you knock and come through the front door like a normal person?”
“I was feelin’ nostalgic.”
“You’ve never climbed in my bedroom window before.”
“I know. But I wanted to.”
Are you as excited about this book as I am? Well, let’s get to reading!