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Simply Sophisticated Publishing

Genre: Contemporary

Series: Something in Common  - Book 4

Format: E-Book




Del Jenkins prefers to be alone—or so he tells himself until his younger brothers try to make him a playdate with bookstore owner Harper Hillman. Del’s brothers just want him to make a new friend, but there is no way he can be friends with Harper. Not unless Harper’s definition of “friends” includes jumping into bed together and getting naked and sweaty. When Harper turns him down flat because he doesn’t sleep with strangers, Del shrugs it off and suggests they get to know each other better. He already sees something wonderful in Harper, and he won’t give up so easily.

Harper is still mourning his dead husband, and a casual sexual encounter with Del is the last thing he wants. But getting to know each other—platonically, of course—should be harmless. In no way is Harper getting close to another man. But as he and Del spend more time together, Harper realizes it’s too late—he’s already involved. His heart is set on Del, and Harper is powerless to resist.



Warning: This excerpt contains adult content. 18 and over only, please.

  Placing the dishtowel down, he turned, then stepped back.

“I told you to stop crowding me.” Harper crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Del.

“Did you figure out why we won’t be friends?” Del’s expression was intent.

Harper hadn’t even thought about it. “Because you’re a standoffish idiot.”

“I can be that, but that’s not why.”

“Then I have no idea why. I’m a good friend. If you don’t want me to be yours, then that’s your loss.” Harper shrugged.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you for mine. No one ever mentioned to me how intriguing you are, Harper Hillman.” Del lowered his voice.

Harper stared at him. Realization dawned, and he shook his head. Del nodded, closing the distance between them. Harper backed away, but Del caught him, pulling him against him.


Del kissed him, cutting off what he was about to say. Harper’s thoughts scattered, and he was steeped in sensation. Del took control of his mouth, claiming it as if he had a right to. He shoved his tongue aggressively against his mouth, almost as if he was demanding a response. Harper moaned, gripping him tight, returning the hungry kiss. He suckled Del’s tongue, nipping it and following it into Del’s mouth. Harper rubbed his along every crevice of Del’s mouth. Del matched his motions, holding him tight. Harper could feel the possessiveness in his touch. His thoughts came back to him and Harper shook.

No one had kissed him like that since Karl. Held him as Del had since Karl. The only man he loved and would love. Harper stiffened and pushed Del away, moving away from him to the other side of the island.

“No. You can’t do this. Karl—”

“Is dead. And you are alive, Harper. You deserve a man to hold you, kiss you, and make you scream,” Del stated.

The cold, almost clinical tone pissed Harper off. Clenching his fist, he held it in, not wanting to hit Del because he knew he would not be able to stop.

“You fucker. Is that what this is, buttering me up to get in my pants? That is really a low thing to do. Karl is barely dead.”

Del frowned. “I thought he died almost two years ago.”

“It’s been nineteen months.”

“So one year and seven months. There is no time frame that says if you find yourself attracted to someone, you can’t go with it.” Del put his hands palm down on the island.

Harper gulped, then spoke again. “I don’t even know if I like you.”

“Then think about that, and come find me when you figure it out.” Del straightened, turned, and walked toward the kitchen door.

“You really are an asshole,” Harper said.

Del pivoted and strode over, crowding him back against the island. He spoke in that same cool tone. “Why? Because I’m making you face that you are very much alive? Harper, I didn’t know Karl, but from what people have said about him, he wouldn’t want you to lock yourself away like some monk. You might not like me, but your cock is hard from wanting me.” Del ground his erection against Harper’s equally erect shaft.

Harper hated him for pointing it out. He pushed him off. Del stepped back, walking backward.

“When you decide what you want to do about it, come see me.” Del tried going back to the door.
  Copyright Talia Carmichael, 2012.
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