Book Trailer Reveal ——> Last Second Chance by Caisey Quinn

LAST SECOND CHANCE TRAILER

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He
flashed her a sexy grin and stepped right back into her space. “I don’t want some chick. And you’re not that good at
hiding your emotions, beautiful. You snapped on those nurses at lunch and ran
out of my room so fast I barely had time to blink. Any particular reason why?”
He trailed a finger down her cheek and over her lips. Instead of an answer, a
whimper escaped her throat. A painful throbbing began between her thighs,
intense and demanding.
His
touch deepened the pain. Her policy was no dating people in her workplace. She
certainly wasn’t going to date Van Ransom. He’d probably never taken a
girl on a proper date in his life. But right now she didn’t care about any of
that. She just wanted him to take her up against the back of the barn, hard and
fast. She was a country girl at heart after all.
“Stella
Jo, you going to answer? Or do I have torture it out of you?”
The
way he said her name, the one she was used to hearing drop only from the lips
of family members, made her shiver. She let her head loll back to rest on the
wall behind her. “Do your worst. I’ve dealt with animals much bigger than you.”
Leaning
in until his nose brushed hers, he let out a soft growl. “You sure as hell
better be talking about horses, because if you’re talking about Dr. Dickhead or
any other man who’s put his hands on you in a way you didn’t want, they’re
fucking dead.”
She
grinned and winked at him. “Guess that’s for me to know, darlin’.” Her breath
was still coming too fast, but she was gaining confidence. She was having as
much of an effect on him as he was on her. A competitive streak she thought
she’d buried rose to the surface. “Speaking of men putting their hands on me,
if this is your brand of torture, I’m disappointed.”
Thrusting
himself up against her, he growled again. “Baby, my brand of torture involves
that riding crop you bent over to pick up. Matter of fact, it involves you
being bent over also.”
An
audible gasp of surprise escaped her. His threat pulled at something deep
inside of her that she didn’t know was there. Something dark and terrifying
that she knew she should feel dirty and ashamed of. But she didn’t. Because
apparently he wasn’t the only one who was twisted like that.
“Surprised?”
he asked with a knowing look in his eyes.

“That you know what a riding crop is? Yeah.” She forced herself to smirk at him so he wouldn’t see that she was a trembling mess of desire.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New and Young Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at http://www.caiseyquinnwrites.com. 


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