Maxine and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can
lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.
lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.
THE RIGHT FIT
Daphne Dubois
Released April 12th, 2017
The Wild Rose Press
When Maxine
Nicholls discovers her fiancé is cheating, she turns to fast food and nighttime
soap operas, but her sister has a plan—unbridled rebound sex with a stranger.
As one of
Toronto's hottest players, Antony Laurent tallies scores on and off the ice,
but when the chiseled defense man hits a slump, rumors of a trade to the minor
league send him to ambush a managers meeting at a posh club.
That night
a chance encounter ends up as an unforgettable evening of passion. But Maxine
and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can lead to
something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.
She
dropped her gaze and stared at his hands. God, they are big hands.
Big hands, big… “Do you want a coffee?” she blurted out.
“A
coffee? Non.”
“Or
maybe you need the washroom?” She pointed down the short hallway
that lead to her bedroom.
He
looked down the hallway, then back to Maxine. “You want me to use
washroom?” he asked seriously.
“No.”
She backed up a few steps until she reached the kitchen counter. The
heat under her dress was now slick and uncomfortable. She glanced
down and saw a mint leaf sticking out of her cleavage. Classy lady.
The
romance cover model ran a hand through his hair again, making his
biceps strain under the t-shirt sleeve. Maxine suspected he’d
practiced that move in the mirror a few times. “Then what do you
want?” he asked.
A
burst of nervous laughter escaped, but then her smile faded. “No
one has asked me that in a very long time,” she said. Slipping off
his jacket, she laid it on the counter, letting her finger trace the
stitching along the zipper, trying to build up her courage. “Why
did you follow me into the cab?”
“Because
no one has ever run away from me before.”
Rolling
her eyes, Maxine looked up and saw that he was smirking. “Rejection
is a new thing for you, I’m guessing.”
“Is
that what you call inviting me here?” He tossed the ball cap and it
landed perfectly on the dining table. The floorboard creaked as he
took a step closer to her. There was a spark of anticipation in his
eyes.
“Hold
on, cowboy,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. My God! His
muscles are rock hard under his shirt. Who the hell is this guy? She
cleared her throat. “What makes you think you can kiss me again?”
He was
still as stone under her touch, but Maxine could feel herself falling
into his stare. “You kissed me,” he said, his voice ridiculously
smooth. “There is a difference, I promise.”
It
wasn’t only the French accent, but the confidence in his voice that
made her knees almost unhinge. Her hand was flat on his chest; his
racing heart was keeping time with hers. “That sounds like a
proposition,” she said.
“It
can only be decided one way.” Then he repeated his earlier
question. “What do you want?”
He was
so close she could see the faint brown and black colors of his
stubble. There was a cleft in his chin. What do you want? An
image of the long white box hidden in the closet was ignored; all
Maxine wanted at that moment was to mold herself into his arms and
forget about the last four years. “Kiss me,” she said.
His
fingers grazed her cheek, tucking a wave of hair behind her ear. “Un
moment,” he said. “A man should be prepared.” He peeled
the last mint leaf off her chest then placed it in his mouth.
Maxine
giggled through a surprised expression, which faded into a sigh.
Then,
with deliberate care, he brought his lips down to hers, perfectly
fitting their mouths together. He gently moved his chin starting a
slow pace, controlled but with a sense of held back urgency.
This
was nothing like the hastily stolen kiss at the club.
The
cautious seduction was almost too much for Maxine. She wanted to
taste him fully, kiss him back hard—tackle this moment like Alexis
Colby.
Daphne Dubois writes contemporary romance and believes the right book at the right time can make all the difference. When she's not putting her characters in compromising positions (ahem), she works as a registered nurse. A member of the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia, she lives in Eastern Canada, the most romantic place in the world.
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