Bennett loved her job until the day she finds herself doubting her
choices.Now she's hunting for a new
career, but starting over isn't easy.Her plan is simple—no distractions until she finds her dream job.She didn't plan on fate throwing her a
curveball in the form of a fender bender with a sexy guy in an expensive suit.
is a wealthy, successful business owner with a plan of his own: survive his
current PR nightmare and stay away from his overly determined
ex-girlfriend.His need for control and
personal success is turned upside down when he meets Rach, a sassy redhead who
find themselves battling with Rach's grumpy old neighbor, toilet-papering the
trees of a high school nemesis, and fighting over the last slice of pizza.Can two very different people plus one fender
bender equal a chance at forever?
"Classic cars, garden gnomes, and steam romance? My kind of book!
~Bestselling author, Kate Perry
"Reading Niecey Roy's Fender Bender Blues is like eating Lays Potato Chips. Once you start, you can't stop! It's just that good! For a new (non-fattening) addiction, read Niecey Roy!
~Robyn Peterman, author of How Hard Can It Be?
to eye her warily. “Since when do you answer me with single words?”
decided I’m not talking to you,” she answered with a shrug, crumpling up the
white paper wrapper from her sub.
his face in close to her neck and enjoyed the startled jerk of her shoulders.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. His breath shifted a few strands of hair at
the nape of her neck as he whispered, “Why, because you want me?”
incorrigible,” she said, breathless, her cheeks flushed.
She’s enjoying this. The thought pleased him. Rach was on
her back beside him now, her eyes closed. He glanced around the park to see if
anyone was watching. No one was. He could swoop in for a kiss and no one would
catch him. No one would care, he told himself. She won’t mind…
“I can feel
down at her. “So what.”
She peeked at
him with one green eye. “So stop it.”
“And if I
don’t?” Maybe she’d tackle him, push him down on the blanket and…
She promptly closed her eye and went back to pretending indifference. “I’ll hit
you, that’s what.”
“Not if I do
this, you won’t.”
meant it to be a short kiss, but the pleasure of touching his lips to hers kept
him there longer. Her tongue was velvet soft and warm against his and the slow
mating of their mouths quickened his heartbeat even as he told himself, It’s no big deal, just a kiss.
his bottom lip and sent heat sliding through his body. The woman could kiss.
soft against his lips, “Now why don’t you admit that it’s you who wants me.”
Niecey Roy knew she wanted to be
a writer from a very young age, but her moment of enlightenment came after
watching the movie You’ve Got Mail. It was then she realized her place in life
and happily parked her butt on writing romance. Her dream was to create sexy
vixens, hunky, half naked heroes, and above all, romance; lots and lots of
butterflies in the belly, breathless first kisses and happily-ever-afters.
not at her day job where she works as a legal assistant, she can be found at
home at a cluttered desk, pounding her tired little fingers away on a keyboard
with nothing but black pepper flavored sunflower seeds and Visine as her
weapons for mass-romance-novel-creation. When her fingers need a break, you’ll
find her at a table with friends, drinking a few martinis and showing off a new
pair of (sometimes ridiculous) high heels. She’s usually the loudest at the table
and most often the one snorting with laughter.
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