Series: Credence Colorado #3
Published by Entangled on 4/28/20
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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After three years in Credence trying to fade into the background, Della Munroe is sick of being invisible. She’s ready to take back control. To live a little. Hell, she’s ready to see what this dating fuss is all about. And if that means she has to download Tinder and date every guy in Colorado, then she’s up for it.
After her first disastrous attempt, she decides navigating online dating would be better with a wingman, and there’s no better person for it than Tucker Daniels. After all, he is a man. And he owns a bar, which practically makes him a relationship expert. He’s also her older brother’s best friend. Yes, she may have the teeniest tiny inconvenient crush on him, but he’s always had her back.
Tucker Daniels would rather eat broken glass than watch Della go out with a bunch of douchebag dudes only out for one thing. Unfortunately, he’s never been able to say no to her, and before he knows it, Tucker’s not only vetting her dates—he’s teaching her to drive, helping her move out, and buying her a puppy!
But when Della wants him to tutor her in more intimate arts, he freaks out. Because this little sister is strictly off-limits, and saying yes to Della is asking for a whole lot of trouble.
Today we have an excerpt from Amy Andrews upcoming release — Asking for Trouble! And I’m loving this tease from the book. I love first kisses and all the feels that come with them. GAH! Go read the excerpt below! This book sounds so so so so freaking good.
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“Tucker. Look at me.”
No fucking way. He groped for his phone, remembering he’d been checking out the radar, and consulted it again with a feeling akin to desperation, clutching at straws for something to do, something to look at other than Della. “Another ten minutes.”
It was the soft reproach that did it. He shouldn’t be able to hear something not much more than a whisper over the rain, but his body was utterly attuned to the pitch of her voice.
Against his better judgment, he turned his head.
Her eyes sought his, and he was lost as twin blue searchlights probed for God knew what. And then they drifted again to his mouth, and any hope he had of tearing his gaze away, of maintaining some kind of control and keeping his distance from her, evaporated.
“What?” he asked, exasperated at his inability to deny this woman anything. This woman he had no business having feelings about.
“You’ve never looked at me like that before,” she said, her voice still low and husky.
Tucker swallowed. “Like what?”
How had he looked? Deep down, he’d always known he felt things he shouldn’t for this woman—things he couldn’t articulate aloud—but since becoming her wingman, they’d been getting harder and harder to ignore, and maybe that was spilling over onto his face.
Was that what she was seeing? These feelings that were getting too big to deny? Because if she was, he needed to work harder at his poker face.
“Like I’m a woman.”
“You are a woman.” His voice came out all gruff. “How else would I look at you?”
She smiled. “Like Arlo’s sister.”
“You are Arlo’s sister.”
“I know.” She smiled again. “But I really like it when you don’t look at me like I am.”
Yeah, well…Tucker didn’t. Tucker was more than happy when he could keep her in that box, but the universe—and Della’s desire to dip her toe into the dating waters—had other ideas.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
And then, in a stealth move he really didn’t see coming, even though the air was ripe with the possibility, she kissed him. It happened quickly. One moment she was sitting in her spot, looking up at him, the next, her face was coming closer and her mouth was making contact.
Light as a feather. Startling as a slap.
He wasn’t actually sure it could be classified as a kiss. It was barely a press of her lips, really. She didn’t move to deepen it or to explore. Neither did he, his body going deathly still. And then it was over as quickly as it had begun. It lasted seconds. That was it.
But still, he felt it everywhere.
Tucker dragged in a breath as she pulled away, cupcake crowding his senses, his pulse like a washing machine in his ears. Her mouth was still a little too close for his liking but not on his anymore, allowing him to at least perform basic functions.
She blinked at him, saying, “Sorry, I…” Then her gaze dropped to his lips just like it had before, and she closed the gap between them once more and kissed him again.
This time, her lips were not passive. They shifted. Moved. Not a lot. Just a little. Just enough. They didn’t open, they…brushed. Gently. Along the contours of his mouth as if she was mapping it, reading him like braille.
His body wasn’t so still this time. Things stirred and crashed and thrummed. And when she let out this soft little noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan and pressed herself closer to him, there was hardening.
Rapid hardening. Quick-dry-cement hardening.
Oh fuck no. Tucker pulled back abruptly, his breath a rough kind of pant as he sucked in the oxygen his lungs demanded. “What are you doing?” Which was possibly the dumbest question ever uttered by a guy being kissed by a girl in the front seat of a truck.
But this was not happening.