Defend Me, an all-new super sexy and emotional standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Grahame Claire is available now!
I've done something stupid.
And I'm not even all that mad about it.
I've got a crush on my best friend's sister.
No, we're not five.
Though with the way we argue, it's debatable.
Half the time I don't like her.
She always says the wrong thing.
But I've got a soft spot for her and her little boy.
Yeah, me. One of the toughest defense attorneys in the city.
I never lose.
This might be a first.
Because I can't compete with a dead man.
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“I’ve been thinking about our communication problem.” My breath hit her in the face. “You and I do plenty of talking, but we’re speaking the wrong language.”
I trailed my finger down her cheek, skated it the length of her neck. She shivered. “Hmm. Your body likes what I’m saying just fine.” I nibbled her ear. “It’s that head of yours that’s the issue.”
“I’m not stupid,” she breathed.
I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “No. You’re one of the smartest women I’ve ever known. But your head controls your mouth, and what comes out of it is dangerous. Except when I do this.”
I palmed her jaw and gently sucked in the crook of her neck, remembering how much she’d liked that. The scent of her skin was driving me wild. The softness. I wanted to keep exploring her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I wanted to taste all of her.
“Patrick.” My name was a breathless plea.
I smiled in satisfaction. “See what I mean.”
She slapped me in the arm. “Get off of me.”
I stepped back, and she nearly slid down the wall. “Are those words I should pay attention to or ones I should ignore? It’s hard to tell the difference with you.”
“Too much talking, Wicked.” I climbed into bed. Blake mumbled and rolled toward me. “Night, little man.” I kissed the top of his head and reached over to flip the master switch for the lights.
The room went pitch black.
“Patrick,” Marlow whispered. “I can’t see.”
“You’ll find your way.”
She cursed when she bumped into something, but eventually the bed dipped.
“I hate you.”
“You’ve already told me that.”
“I really mean it.”
“Sounds like your problem, not mine.”
A little body snuggled against mine and this weird peace settled over me. I put an arm around Blake and held him close. Maybe it was my problem, after all.
About Grahame Claire
Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire.
Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share.
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