The Nanny Arrangement
by Rachel Harris Country Blues #2 Publication Date: May 22, 2017 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Bliss, Contemporary Romance
EXCERPT
Excitement
swirled low in Hannah’s belly. Outside her window, the city of Nashville passed
by in a kaleidoscope of neon lights and highway sounds, but it was the inside
of the limo—or rather, the man seated beside her in the back seat—that had her
heart pounding.
Deacon’s hand gripped her thigh, just above her
kneecap, and his nimble fingers flexed and kneaded her skin. They hadn’t spoken
since they left the Opry, and each set of passing headlights illuminated a look
of possession on his face. It was another trick of the light, obviously, mixed
with her fanciful imagination. But it thrilled her just the same.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her breathless
voice piercing the strange mood that had fallen between them. Did that sound as husky as I think it did?
Deacon’s gaze flicked to hers. “The Hermitage,”
he answered quietly, his eyes seeming to gauge her reaction. “We have a room
there for the night.”
“Oh.”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she’d expected
him to say...but it hadn’t been that.
Nodding, she let the information settle over
her, pursing her lips and then rolling them over her teeth, and tried her best
to rein in her imagination. She’d made the mistake of letting it run free in
the past and had ended up hurt and disappointed. What she needed was a bit of
clarification.
“Cool. So, um, is everyone getting a room
tonight? Or just…you know, you and me?”
“Just us,” he confirmed, and Hannah nodded
again before looking straight ahead.
The bus probably had an electrical issue. That
was why they couldn’t sleep there tonight. Most likely the air conditioning or
the hot water. Maybe even the plumbing. If any of those things were to conk
out, it would definitely suck. Only, if that were the case, then Sherry and
Tyler and the kids would need rooms, too.
Okay, so a problem with the bus was out. But
something else for sure.
Maybe…err…well,
possibly…nope.
She had nothing.
As she continued to ponder away, Deacon’s
fingers slid ever so slightly higher up her leg. When they disappeared beneath
the hem of her skirt, flirting with the sensitive skin along the inside of her
thigh, Hannah’s breath caught.
Did he realize where his hand was? Should she
say something or simply enjoy it?
Then his fingertips began tracing a series of
slow, tight circles along her skin, causing her entire body to clench, and a
low moan/hum vibrated her throat.
There was no imagining that.
About Rachel Harris
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot guys that make them swoon. Vibrant settings, witty banter, and strong relationships are a staple in each of her books…and kissing. Lots of kissing.
An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES talking with readers!
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