Tuesday, 26 December 2017

An excerpt to get your engine racing on a frigid night. #JeanneStJames #Max #BrothersinBlue


Elvis might have a blue Christmas with out you, but Jeanne St. James knows how to properly color your winter holidays with a bossy, possessive, brother in blue, Max Bryson. Let this police officer with ice-blue eyes send shivers down your spine.

Brothers in Blue: Max(Brothers in Blue, book 1)
By Jeanne St. James

Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?

An excerpt to get your engine racing on a frigid night.

It was late. Her stomach was painfully full. Greg was dozing off by the fire in his new NASCAR sweatshirt and baseball cap. Amanda wondered if she would ever be able to get him out of those clothes again.

The men had carried the ridiculous number of gifts that Greg had received to the car, then suspiciously all disappeared.

Max stomped the newly fallen snow off his feet as he came back inside. She met him at the front door.

“I brushed off the car and started it so it would warm up.”

“Thanks,” she murmured as he helped her into her faux-fur jacket.

“I can follow you home.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“It’s not a problem. I’m going home anyway.”

“Oh, you don’t live here?”

Max chuckled and tilted her face up to his. “I haven’t lived with my parents since I was eighteen. I have a house closer to town.” He brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m glad you came.”

“I am too.”

He pointed to something over her head. She raised her eyes to the infamous mistletoe hanging above her.

She raised her eyebrows. He was going to kiss her? Here? In his parents’ house?

Her eyelids dropped as his head lowered.

Oh yes. He was going to kiss her. No doubt about it.

Her heart pounded.

She shouldn’t let him; her mind was saying it wasn’t a good idea. Her body was saying otherwise.

His warm breath caressed her lips and mingled with hers. She waited. And waited. Her eyelids fluttered back open; the intensity of his ice-blue eyes bored into her. She tried to speak, but he swiftly crushed her lips with his. Angling his head, he ground his tongue with hers. She reached up to grip his shirt.

Oh. Yes.

He drove his fingers into her long auburn waves to pull her even closer. Then as quickly as it began, he pulled away, laying his forehead against hers, both of them panting softly.

That was even better than she’d dreamed.

Amanda unwound her fingers from the shirt fabric, brushing her hand down his broad chest, to his narrow waist and lower… Max grabbed her wrist tightly.

“I’m having a hard time controlling myself as it is.”

She nodded slightly, touched her lips with shaky fingers, then turned away. She left him there and went to wake Greg, bundling him up in his heavy winter coat. Max continued to stand stiffly by the front door, silently watching her as they left. Legs trembling, she stepped out into the snow.

She gripped Greg’s hand to help guide him over the slippery walkway to the car. The moonlight’s reflection off the snow lit their way.

A fierce shiver ran up her spine.

Amanda wanted to think it was from the cold. But she knew better.


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