I love all of my heroines. I can't help myself. Although I'll readily admit I love them even more when their story is done and their book is published.
But I really really love Shelby, from I Do. . . or Die. She's a commitment-phobe, fond of saying she's had colds last longer than her romantic relationships. She deals with life's craziness with a good dose of neurotic snark. And a lot of crazy happens to her in this story.
When the book starts, Shelby has just been shot at during the wedding where she's a bridesmaid. Ryan, the detective who is investigating the case, has brought her to his home for safekeeping. Shelby knows she hasn't done much to impress this hunky guy she's already attracted to, but things get worse: she trips on her blood-stained bridesmaid dress while going through the front door.
I gave up holding back my embarrassment, and concentrated on staying on my feet--which meant my arms were forced to wrap around Ryan, and his nicely sculpted musculature.
His lips were suddenly against my ear, and I heard a warm, rumbling, sexy sound that made me think of warm toffee and caramel and chocolate. He was dessert all right. And boy did I have a sweet-tooth craving that would not quit.
“This is so not like me,” I started to explain, my blazing cheeks hidden against his chest.
“Don’t worry,” he said, patting my back in a comforting way, although it was probably a brotherly type of touch.
Or, God forbid, one of those “yeesh, poor clumsy doofus” pats.
He made sure I was steady on my feet, which was tricky since having his hands on me made my legs about as sturdy as a Gumby doll that had been heated in the microwave for twenty minutes.
Right now I Do. . . or Die is only $1.99 at the various Amazon venues. I'll add the links below, in case you need to add this to your TBR pile. :)
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