by Samantha Chase
Sometimes the love that’s closest to you is the hardest to
see.
Quinn Shaughnessy’s two older brothers have found their true
loves … but Quinn’s not about to join that parade. Nope, as he tells his best
friend Anna, there’s a lot more to life than getting tied down to one person.
He’s positive tomboy Anna will be on his side — except she’s inexplicably
developing other interests — even dating! Suddenly Quinn is seeing Anna in a
very different light.
Quinn has been Anna’s buddy since they were both five years
old. She can tell him anything — except the one big secret she’s been hiding for
years — that she’s fallen in love with him. Now Anna is determined to make a
life for herself that doesn’t include pining for Quinn. Falling in love with
your best friend? Easy. Telling them how you really feel? Impossible.
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Excerpt:
She’d always been in love with Quinn. Ever since they were kids. She
just…she knew. He was the one for her. Her soul mate. The only problem was
Quinn didn’t feel the same way. She was his pal. His buddy. There’d never once
been anything romantic between them, and if he even suspected how she felt, he’d
never let on.
With a sigh, she relaxed back on her belly with her arms folded
under her head. And now, even if he did suddenly notice she was a woman, it
still didn’t make a difference. He was still surly and difficult and not
impressed. Lying here in next to nothing, rather than making him maybe be a
little more charming—like he always got with other girls—he was angry and
trying to cover her up.
Quite the ego boost. Not.
And then his hands were on her and…oh. Slowly,
those big, work-roughened hands started at her ankles and began a journey
upward. Oh my…
She almost wanted to turn and watch him work. With his sandy-blond
hair, blue eyes, and rough hands, he was her every dream. All the Shaughnessys
had dark hair except for Quinn. It used to bother him, and by the way he
normally wore some sort of hat or beanie, Anna could tell it still did. But he
wasn’t wearing one now, and with all the sensations he was creating in her, she
wanted to roll over and rake her hands through his hair and pull him down
toward her.
It was never going to happen, but the imagery kept her smiling while
he touched her.
Quinn was completely silent and Anna seemed unable to breathe. She
couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe…she could only feel. And, boy oh boy, was Quinn
making her feel. His hands skimmed the backs of her knees, and when they hit
her thighs and one finger came close to her bottom, she had to stifle a moan of
pleasure.
His hand stopped for a moment as if he realized what he was doing—and
what he almost did. Anna almost lifted her head to look at him but thought
better of it. And then his hands were on her again—this time on the small of
her back. And then upward—circling, rubbing, massaging. She wanted to purr.
When they hit her shoulders, his motions seemed to slow as he went
into what could only be described as a deep tissue massage. All of the tension
from a few minutes ago completely faded away as his hands—those magnificent
hands—worked on her. On any given day, Anna was all for a good massage, but
this was beyond good. It was almost a religious experience. And this time she
couldn’t stop herself from purring.
His hands instantly were gone.
She didn’t bother to look up. Didn’t bother to question it. No good
would come of turning around and seeing the look of horror on his face at her
reacting the way she just had to him.
Idiot.
Beside her, Quinn cleared his throat and stood, the bottle of
sunscreen hitting the ground. “Um…yeah, so…that should do it,” he croaked. “You
should be good for now. I’m going to go and find Zoe and get settled in. I’ll
see you later.”
Again, Anna didn’t bother to respond. The man was clearly running
away because she had been foolish enough to let her guard down for a minute. She
waited until she heard the sliding doors to the house open and then close
before she allowed herself to lift her head and look around.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zoe stepping back outside
shaking her head. When she got closer, she said, “What did you do to him?”
“Me?
Nothing! I just laid here and let him put sunscreen on me. Why?”
Zoe laughed as she sat back down. “He ran in the house as if he were
on fire and demanded to know which room was his. I offered to show him, but he
was already halfway up the stairs yelling for me to just tell him which one!”
“So weird.”
“Tell me about it.” Zoe relaxed back in her spot. “So…he didn’t say
anything to you? Not even while he had his hands all over you?”
Anna glared at her. “Yeah, thanks for that. The only time Quinn ever
touches me is to give me a high-five or to punch me in the arm when I beat him
at something.”
“Ah…so this was the first time he like…really touched you.”
“What are you doing, Zoe?” Anna asked wearily. “Why are you stirring
up trouble?”
“Because it’s so obvious you’re into him.”
“Well…duh! It’s no surprise. We’ve talked about this. A lot.”
“Yeah we have, but you never do anything about it. I was
merely…prodding things along.”
“Yeah…well…keep your prodding to yourself. In case you didn’t
notice, your little attempt failed. Big time. Now I know what it feels like to
have his hands all over me, and while I’m sitting here in a puddle of my own
drool, he’s running and hiding in his room to escape. He couldn’t get away fast
enough.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’d count this as a fail, my friend,” Zoe said
sweetly. “I think you made him nervous. I think we prodded him just enough for
the blinders to finally come off.”
“What are you talking about? He was horrified. He was…he was
massaging my shoulders and I…” Anna paused and cringed. “I moaned.”
“Like a sex noise?”
Anna shot her a look. “Yes, like a sex noise. Like a big, loud ‘I’m
on the verge of an orgasm’ sex noise. There. Are you happy?”
Zoe threw he head back and laughed. “Oh my gosh! That’s awesome!”
This time Anna twisted and sat up. “How is it awesome? He’s going to
avoid me like the plague from now on! It’s bad enough he only sees me as a
friend and now I’ll lose that! Dammit, Zoe.”
“Okay, hold on. You’re freaking out over nothing. I’m telling you,
that man just got the shock of his life. When he spotted you over here, he didn’t
realize it was you, and he was practically salivating.”
“Yeah, and it all stopped as soon as he got a look at my face and
saw it was me.”
“Anna—”
“Forget it,” she said and got to her feet. “I…I can’t talk about
this anymore. I’m going for a quick dip and then I’m going inside. Maybe I
need to hide out in my room for a while.” And then she took the few steps to
the side of the pool and swiftly dived in.
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About the Author:
Samantha Chase released her debut novel, Jordan’s Return,
in November 2011. Since then, she has published seventeen more titles and has
become a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She
lives with her husband of twenty-four years and their two sons in Wake Forest,
North Carolina.
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