Author: Jennifer Wilck
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $4.99 e-book
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Blurb:
Aviva
Shulman has had enough of the dating scene. Her father valued his high-powered
career over his wife and family. She wants something more, someone who values
her. But her roommates are determined to find her the perfect match.
Their paths cross at a speed dating event and sparks fly. But is five minutes long enough to determine a future together?
Excerpt:
“You’re up.”
He jumped off the white plastic chair, unaware how lost he’d been
in his thoughts. “Sorry.” He checked the scoreboard. “You’re beating me.”
She smiled.
Was it his imagination, or did she stand a little straighter,
preen a tiny bit? Definitely not a girly-girl. In her heels, she’d only come up
to his chin; now, in the ugly bowling shoes, she barely reached his shoulder.
Her eyes twinkled. With her short hair, she resembled a pixie. He was tempted
to search for fairy wings.
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“I’m not sure my manliness can handle this.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She lowered her gaze from his face, down his
body to his feet, and up again. “I think your ‘manliness’ will survive.
Flourish, even.”
Jacob’s neck heated. He shifted from one foot to the other at her
unexpected perusal. He reached for the bowling ball.
When he turned to her again, she was smiling.
Two could play this
game.
“Oh, yes, I’ll flourish.” Standing next to the ball return, he raked his
gaze from the top of her short- cropped, pixie haircut, down to her chest,
where he lingered for a moment. He continued past her waist and hips, down her
legs to the tips of her ugly bowling shoes. When he finally returned to meet
her face, it was bright red, almost matching the neon sign pointing to the
snack bar behind her head. He leaned toward her, his bowling ball between them.
Her breath brushed his chin, warm and unsteady. A lock of hair
fell across her forehead. He pushed it in place with one finger, one finger
that drew across her smooth skin and traced her fine-boned skull. She bit her lip.
He pulled away, millimeter by millimeter, though he wanted to do more.
“But first, I’ll win.” He winked, walked toward the foul line,
adjusted his stance, took a few strides, swung his arm, and let the ball go. It
spun down the lane. At the last moment, it veered into the gutter. Jacob’s jaw
dropped. He shook his head, turned, and stopped short.
Aviva tapped her fingers on the table. “Interesting strategy
you’ve got there.” Her eyes sparkled. Her tone told him she wasn’t being mean.
He’d liked her sense of humor before; he couldn’t decide to not
like it when she was teasing him.
He nodded in acknowledgment, turned and swung the ball. It knocked
down seven pins.
Aviva grabbed her ball, patted his arm, and aimed at the pins.
Strike. She didn’t move. Jacob couldn’t figure out why she stood still, until
her shoulders began to shake.
She was laughing. At him.
She turned around. Tears ran down her face. She inhaled. “I’m
sorry. I swear I have no idea how it happened.”
“Sure you don’t.” As his grin widened, he bit the insides of his
cheeks, folded his arms and did his best to look sad. “What a way to get a guy
when he’s down.”
“You’re not down. You just challenged the bowling gods. They don’t
like human challengers.”
“Bowling gods?”
“Of course. How else do you think we recreational bowlers manage
it?” She stepped toward him. Her green eyes were wide with fake innocence.
“Bowling gods.”
“Exactly. You challenged them.” At this point, they were
toe-to-toe. Her floral scent wafted around him. He refocused on her words.
“As you like to say, Aviva, technically, I challenged you.”
“Yes, but with bowling skill, so you actually challenged them
too.”
She looked supremely satisfied with her circuitous bowling logic.
Jacob had an urge to kiss her. Her lips were full and pink and tantalizingly
close. He rested one hand on her waist and clasped the other hand behind her
neck. She rose on tiptoe. This close, the brown flecks in her eyes shone. Her
pupils widened. He tilted his head, leaned down and softly kissed her lips.
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