the attraction equation

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FBI agent Max Carter lives his life by a strict set of rules—rules that don’t allow for distraction, deviation…or a relationship. But tell that to his matchmaking mama. To avoid yet another set-up, he announces he has a girlfriend. And now has to produce said girlfriend at Christmas dinner. Maybe Santa has a suitable actress in that red bag of his…

Gina Castillo is about to break her building’s iron-clad “no pets” policy to give her little brother the perfect Christmas gift—a dog. Too bad Max, the most inconveniently sexy tenant in the building, catches her red handed. Gina expects to be evicted, but instead finds herself blackmailed into playing the role of his girlfriend.

Two lies plus one dog should equal a hot mess of a holiday, but attraction and Christmas magic might just defy the rules…

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A LOVE UNDERCOVER ROMANTIC COMEDY

She’s the exception to his every rule…

AttractionEquation_500 FBI agent Max Carter lives his life by a strict set of rules—rules that don’t allow for distraction, deviation…or a relationship. But tell that to his matchmaking mama. To avoid yet another set-up, he announces he has a girlfriend. And now has to produce said girlfriend at Christmas dinner. Maybe Santa has a suitable actress in that red bag of his…

Gina Castillo is about to break her building’s iron-clad “no pets” policy to give her little brother the perfect Christmas gift—a dog. Too bad Max, the most inconveniently sexy tenant in the building, catches her red handed. Gina expects to be evicted, but instead finds herself blackmailed into playing the role of his girlfriend.

Two lies plus one dog should equal a hot mess of a holiday, but attraction and Christmas magic might just defy the rules…

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Entangled Lovestruck | 11/13/2017

Meet Max Carter

Meet Max Carter–brilliant, hot, and damn fine FBI agent–whose perfectly ordered life is about to get a whole lot messier once Gina Castillo gets involved!

Before Max got his own story, we first met him in The Wrong Kind of Compatible

TWKOC EXCERPT

TaO Teaser 1Drew took another swig of his beer and pretended to watch the baseball game on the TV over the bar. Max had dragged him to their favorite Irish pub—all mahogany wood, a hundred beers on tap, and sports on every TV—for a few hours on a Saturday night. He’d insisted Drew needed to get out of his head before he went out of his mind.

He’d been working flat out trying to find something, anything, to close this damn case and escape his own personal hell. Being around Cassie without allowing himself to stare, or tease, or touch, was damn near killing him. If this went on much longer, the FBI would find his cold, lifeless body in his apartment, and the coroner’s report would cite an excessive buildup of sexual tension in the cells as the cause of death.

She, in the meantime, didn’t seem the least bothered by their status quo.

“What’s your problem, Kerrigan?” Max drawled, neatly stacking the coasters, flipping one over so that the same side was facing up on all of them.

Drew raised a single eyebrow. His friend’s OCD was showing.

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything,” Drew replied.

Max wasn’t to be sidetracked from his earlier question, though. “You’ve been about as fun as a sandy towel at the beach. I’m used to you not speaking much, but if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you’re in need of some mind-blowing sex.”

Drew’s body agreed as a crystal-clear image of Cassie’s gorgeous body assailed him. Unfortunately, banging his head on the bar in an attempt to rid himself of said image would only make Max more suspicious. “I’m not,” the words came out as a growl.

“No?” Max challenged.

Unwilling to argue, Drew shrugged and swung his gaze back to the game. Not that he’d paid enough attention to even know the score, but what the hell.

“I told you getting close to your assignment was a bad idea.”

Damn Max and the computer he carried around instead of a brain. He was almost as bad as Cassie in the hit-the-head-on-the-nail analysis of others. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“When my buddy starts acting like a bug crawled up his ass, I have to step in. It’s just the kind of guy I am.” Max slapped him on the back just as he was taking a swig of beer, and Drew came up spluttering.

In retaliation, Drew scoured his brain for a diversion and landed on a topic guaranteed to distract. “Has your mom found you a wife yet?”

Max’s expression snapped from grinning to pissed in less time than it took him to trace laundered money to the source. “Low blow, man. Why’d you have to take it there?”

Get to know Max before his story comes out Nov 13th!!!

Tuesday Teaser: Love Undercover

To celebrate wrapping up edits on The Attraction Equation, book 2 of my Love Undercover series which will be out this November, how about I share an excerpt from book 1, The Wrong Kind of Compatible?Drew and Cassie are about to find out just how sexy a server room can get…

(Don’t worry, excerpts from book 2 are coming soon!)

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“Don’t you ever—” She cut herself off and glanced around the office. No one was paying them any attention, but she still gave a frantic look around before dragging him across the floor and around the corner where she opened a door marked as the server room, hauling him inside by the arm, and closing the door behind them.

Racks and racks of Data Minds’ proprietary servers hummed as they did the extraordinary work for the company. The room wasn’t as big as it could’ve been as Data Minds did a good deal of their work in the cloud, but these machines were where most of his and Cassie’s work was housed.

She visibly shivered as the colder temperature in the room hit them both. He couldn’t miss how her nipples peaked against her shirt in response to the chill. His mental image of lifting her shirt to suck those hard peaks into his mouth disappeared as she rounded on him.

“Don’t you ever undermine my analysis in front of anyone again. We agreed—”

He stepped closer, refusing to back down. “No. You dictated and assumed I agreed.”

She plonked her hands on her hips, angling her face to look up at him. “But you apologized.”

“For stepping on your toes. Not for being wrong.”

Her lips flattened. “Why didn’t you argue more if you felt so strongly about it?”

“I believe your words were, ‘Knock it off, Kerrigan. My recommendations are what we’re going with.’”

“And then you threw it in my face in front of our boss?”

Damn she was amazing when she got all worked up. The deep v of her shirt showed her breasts rising and falling with each agitated breath.

Suddenly the space felt way too intimate, closing in on him. The hum of the machines all around them provided a strange sense of being worlds away from the office that lurked just on the other side of the door. Her jasmine scent curled around him, and the distance between them needed to be increased. Immediately.

He turned away, intending to leave before he did something ill advised.

“I’m not finished,” she snapped.

Her words had him swinging back around. “What?”

She stalked toward him, stealing his breath with every step closer. When they were toe to toe, she glared at him, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times like she wanted to tell him off, but couldn’t find the right words.

“This can’t go on,” she finally muttered.

Then, in a move that stunned the hell out of him, Cassie stepped into him, tugged his head down, and proceeded to press those lush, fantasy-inducing lips against his.