Book Title: Drawing Me In (Due South Book 7)
Author: Tracey Alvarvez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 20th, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
She’s drawn by his wild spirit…
Bree Findlow’s ordered world slides into chaos when the man who broke her heart arrives back in their small New Zealand home-town. But with years of avoidance tactics under her belt, she figures ignoring the sexy-as-sin artist whose touch colors her red hot, is a practical solution. Until her mother arrives with an announcement jeopardizing Bree’s livelihood, and her sister also shows up…along with the nine-year-old secret Bree has kept hidden from everyone. Especially the father of that secret.
He’s drawn by her quiet strength…
Harley Komeke is back in Oban to rest, regroup and hopefully re-find his missing muse. He also isn’t against rediscovering every inch of the icy-cool treat, Bree Findlow—after falling under her spell in what felt like a lifetime ago at Art College. His pursuit takes an unexpected turn when, hello, insta-fatherhood. Reeling from shock, Harley knows he should despise the woman who allowed her sister to informally adopt their son, but he can’t. Because Bree, more than anyone, understands that with his past, he never, ever wanted to risk having a wife and family.
They’re drawn to each other over and over…
Like the formidable tides that surge around Stewart Island, Bree and Harley can’t resist the heat generated between them. Push and pull, kiss and retreat, touch after breathless touch—until a moment’s recklessness has consequences neither can brush aside.
Passion won’t hold them together when past fears threaten to tear them apart.
His warm breath tickled her nape, and a tremble ran through her from scalp to toes.
“What was your ulterior motive when you decided to feed me sushi tonight?” he asked.
“There was no motive. It’s just chicken and rice.”
“And wasabi. Don’t forget the fiery-hot wasabi—though I must say, I prefer you sucking it off my finger to having it served with your chicken and rice.”
Would she ever be able to forget the damn finger-sucking incident? About as much chance of that as forgetting the man crowded behind her.
She turned, intending to give him a good, hard shove. Just so he’d understand she wasn’t trembling and weak like a new born kitten, desperate to snuggle into a warm embrace. But somehow, the shove got lost in the process of her turning from the door to face Harley. Her hands ended up either side of his chest, the rapid boom-boom-boom of his heart beneath her fingertips having the bizarre side-effect of loosening her tongue.
“I’m not sucking anything of yours ever again,” she blurted.
His eyelids crinkled, and the dimple appeared as he tried not to smile.
“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.” Bree ignored the full-blown smirk on Harley’s face by squeezing her eyes shut.
“You mean I shouldn’t let any of my body parts anywhere near your mouth, just to be on the safe side?” His voice lowered to a gravelly rasp. “I wouldn’t want to lead you into temptation.”
Too late for that.