Jennifer
Gracen is back with a brand new contemporary romance! In BETWEEN YOU
AND ME, a woman and her friend make an arrangement: he'll be her
sperm donor, if she pretends to be his girlfriend. But maybe they're
not just pretending...
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Title:
Between You and Me
Author:
Jennifer Gracen
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Date:
November 28, 2017
Publisher:
Kensington Publishing/Penguin Random House
Series:
The Harrisons
Format:
Print & Digital
Synopsis:
As
the only daughter of the wealthy Harrison clan, Tess Harrison has
everything—except the baby she longs for. With no husband in sight,
she escapes to her family’s retreat in Aspen, Colorado, visions of
sperm donors dancing in her head. Instead, she finds Logan Carter.
When the ruggedly handsome manager of the Harrison ski house offers
to be her baby daddy in exchange for her playing his girlfriend, Tess
is breathless to begin the charade. After all, the brokenhearted
heiress knows better than to fall in love . . .
She
would be Logan’s dream girl, if his dark past had left him with any
dreams. Now the brooding bachelor’s only hope is to satisfy his
mother’s dying wish to see him happily paired off—and give lovely
Tess the baby she longs for. But when he and Tess opt to make a baby
the old- fashioned way, he’s fighting hard against the longing to
hold on to the elusive Harrison beauty forever . . .
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An
excerpt from BETWEEN YOU AND ME
Copyright
© Jennifer Gracen 2017
By
the time Logan pulled up in front of Tess’s house, she was warm,
full, tired, and happy. “I had a great time today.”
“I
did too,” he said with a smile. “Thanks again for inviting me.”
“Any
chance you’d like to do it again sometime soon?”she asked.
“You’re a worthy ski partner, and I had fun with you.”
“Yeah,
I’d like that,” he said. “But next time, I pay for my lift
ticket.”
“Deal.
Sometime next week?”
“Sure.
Give me a call, we’ll work out a time.”
“Well,
you have
a job with a real schedule. Right now, I don’t. I’m free as a
bird. So you give me a call.”
His
eyes held hers as he said, “Okay. I’ll do that. You’re on. Got
yourself a ski buddy.”
God,
she wanted to kiss him. Sitting so close in the warmth of his truck,
he smelled good and his eyes were intense and his mouth was inviting
and she wanted to kiss him so bad. But this new friendship—all the
things they’d revealed to each other that day—she didn’t want
to cross any lines or mess it up. For now, she’d hold back.
But
still couldn’t resist flirting a little bit. “So,” she said
boldly. “Are you coming in to soak in my tub or what? The offer
stands.”
His
gaze turned hot, a full-out smolder that made her belly do a wobbly
flip. “The offer is more tempting than you know.” His voice had
dropped low and dead sexy, making her shiver. “But I think I’d
better head home for tonight.”
They
stared at each other for a moment, pure electricity crackling between
them. She could feel her blood in her veins, racing now, hot and
needing, as his eyes lowered to her mouth for a few seconds before
lifting to meet her gaze again. “You sure?” she asked. Her heart
thumped in heavy beats.
“Only
so much temptation a man can take,” he murmured. “And you’re
testing my limits as it is, Tess. You have to know that.”
“I
didn’t know that.”
“Well
. . .”
She
leaned in, her face so close to his that she could feel his hot
breath feather against her lips.
“Tess.”
He whispered it as a protest, but his eyes gave him away. He wanted
her too, she could see it all over his face.
She
closed the distance between them, pressing her mouth to his. It was a
brush of her lips against his, just the slightest touch. But his hand
lifted to cup the back of her neck and hold her there. He took
control of the kiss, gently but surely, slanting his mouth over hers
to take more of what he wanted. Her mouth opened with a little sigh
as their tongues met and swirled slowly. As they leaned into each
other, his fingers threaded through her hair and his other hand came
up, cradling her head in his hands as his mouth consumed hers.
Her
senses reeled. His full beard tickled her face, surprisingly soft
against her skin. The feel of his mouth on hers, his hands in her
hair, his big, warm body so close . . .her head swam with it all. He
deepened the kiss and groaned softly into her mouth, and she was
lost. She surrendered willingly, kissing him back with the same slow,
sensual pace he’d set, her fingers clutched in his ski jacket. She
could have kissed him for days.
He
broke away slowly, leaning his forehead against hers, eyes still
closed. “Jesus,” he whispered. When his eyes opened to focus on
her, they were heavy lidded with lust. “You . . . you better go
inside now.”
Still
catching her breath, she touched his cheek. “You sure you don’t
want to come in?”
“I
do want to,” he said, his voice thick. “Too much. So I’m not
going to.”
She
pulled back, trying to hide her disappointment. “Okay.”
“Tess
. . .” He stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he fought
with what he wanted to say. “You’re an amazing woman. I like that
we’re . . . kind of friends now. Let’s try to stick with that for
now, okay?”
The
disappointment sharpened in her gut, but she pasted on a smile.
“Fine.”
“Ah
crap. No, no, don’t say fine,”
Logan demanded gently. “When a woman says fine,
it’s never fine. Even a loner lumberjack like me knows that.”
She
couldn’t help but giggle.
“Tess,
you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said
earnestly. “Don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t love to go
inside with you right now, because I would. But you have an agenda,
you’re gearing up to go through some medical . . . stuff . . . and
I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
She
gaped at him in shock. “I . . . I don’t know what one thing has
to do with the other.”
“You
have big plans,” he murmured, trailing the backs of his fingers
along her cheek, eyes locked with hers. “I’d be a distraction.
You said it yourself, you don’t want any distractions right now.”
His gaze turned wicked and hot as he added, “I promise you, it’d
be a fantastic distraction. A sexy, fun, passionate distraction . . .
but this friendship we’ve started? Means more.”
“We’re
attracted to each other,” she said flatly.
“Can’t
deny that.” He touched his mouth to hers again, a light brush of
his lips, and her whole body shuddered. “But I shouldn’t go
inside with you. Not tonight.”
Her
nerves jangled, every nerve ending alight and aware of him. Her heart
beat hard and fast as she nuzzled into his palm, stared right into
his eyes, and whispered, “If you insist.”
“I
do,” he said, not breaking their gaze. “C’mon, you know I’m
right. Last thing you need right now is us starting something up like
this. Didn’t you tell me your first doctor
appointment
is tomorrow?”
She
didn’t like it, and wasn’t sure she fully agreed with it, but had
to admit she’d thought along those lines herself before his kisses
had turned her brain to mush and her insides to jelly. With a heavy
sigh, she nodded and pulled back from him. “Pretty early, in fact.
I should go inside and get into bed.”
Logan
growled, his head falling back against the leather seat. “Had to
put an image like that in my head right before you leave. You,
climbing into bed . . . not nice, Tess. Not nice.”
She
laughed lightly, and he grinned back at her. Their eyes held for a
long beat and she took a slow, deep breath, exhaling it before she
said, “Good night, Logan. Thanks again for a great day.”
“Back
at you,” he said. “Good night, Tess. Sleep well. Good luck
tomorrow.”
With
a sweet smile, she climbed out of his truck and into the cold night.
About
Jennifer Gracen
Jennifer
Gracen hails from Long Island, New York, where she lives with her two
sons. After spending her youth writing in private and singing in
public, she now only sings in her car and is immersed in her passion
for writing. She loves to write contemporary romance for readers who
look for authentic characters and satisfying endings. When she isn’t
with her kids, doing freelance proofreading, or chatting on Twitter
and Facebook, Jennifer writes. She’s already hard at work on her
next book.
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