Crime and Periodicals, an all-new sweet and swoony romance from Nora Everly, is available now!
In Green Valley, Tennessee everybody knows everybody, but nobody knows Sabrina Logan.
Sabrina has been hiding in plain sight for years. Living her life inside of books, dutifully helping her family, and hoping no one will notice her. So far? Mission accomplished!
Yet when sexy—and distrustful—sheriff, Wyatt Monroe returns to town with his daughters, he definitely notices the quiet librarian everyone else overlooks. The single dad can’t seem to shake thoughts of shy Sabrina. Without quite understanding the impulse, Wyatt makes his mission finding her again, so he can . . . well, he’ll just have to reckon with that later.
What Wyatt discovers is a woman who trusts too easily, but who’s afraid to live. Trust doesn’t come easily to Wyatt. But living? That’s never been a problem.
And he’d sure like to show her how.
'Crime and Periodicals' is a full-length contemporary romantic comedy, can be read as a standalone, and is book#2 in the Green Valley Library series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
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My Review:
This series just keeps getting better. I really enjoyed this one, and loved the dynamic with the kids in the story. Sabrina, a 27 year old virgin, has been raising her sister's kids since her death a few years ago. Wyatt, the town's deputy sheriff, has two girls of his own. When Sabrina gets caught on the side of the road dealing with her nephew's meltdown, Wyatt arrives to help. The two have instant sparks, and yet, are holding back due to their commitments to their children.
When an encounter between them all at the park shows that their kids know more than they do - they begin to see how their relationship could work.
This was my first book by Nora Everly, but it won't be my last.
Excerpt
“Wow, he can dance,” I observed.
I gasped when Wyatt’s hand on my waist
slid up my side then up the underside of my arm to take my hand from his
shoulder and link our fingers together. It was just like in Dirty Dancing, except I was facing him instead of away like in the movie.
His grin grew a little bit wicked right before he used both of my hands to turn
me. His front was now at my back with our arms crossed in front of us.
I felt his warm, hard body behind mine
and I felt…way too much. Tingles covered every square inch of me. The air felt
different against my skin; I was burning up.
His chin dipped low to rest on my
shoulder. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear. His breath ruffled the hair
against my neck, and I shivered.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then I nodded in case
he didn’t hear me. I felt his stubbled jaw graze the side of my face and I
began to experience heretofore unknown feelings. My perception of what was
possible for my life shifted. My brain had disengaged, and I floated along on
pure sensation.
We rocked side to side like that—closer
than I’d ever been to anyone in my life. His chest rose and fell against my
back as his arms tightened around me and he sighed against my hair. The last of
my conscious thoughts dissolved and I succumbed to pure feeling. His body
moving against mine became my world. His hands in mine kept me tethered, lest I
float away on this cloud of sensation that was gradually becoming overwhelming.
I had never felt anything like this. I
never even thought feelings like this were possible in real life. In romance
novels, sure. But to feel such contentment laced with giddiness right now was
something I had not expected. Before I could succumb to the spreading tingles
and dwindling brain power and embarrass myself, he raised our arms up high and
twirled me around and around underneath them. I giggled and squealed.
Apparently, I was that girl—a squealy, laughing, girly girl. But maybe we were
all that girl in the right circumstance.
He was right. I did not need to know how
to slow dance when I was with him. We danced close; so close his knee was
between my legs. I delighted at the feel of his soft, warm skin when he placed
one of my hands on the back of his neck. He moved his free hand low on my
waist, hooking his thumb in my belt loop to guide me in slow, small circles
over our spot on the dance floor, then back and forth using his hands to push
me out and pull me back into his body. He coaxed me where I needed to go. I
felt weightless and graceful.
The whole bar and everyone in it
disappeared until it was just us dancing together, bathed in the moonlight
filtering in through the high windows, and the little lights—so much like
stars—illuminating the dance floor with their tiny rays. As the song ended, he
spun me out and then back up against his body to dip me low with his arm
wrapped tight around my waist. He grinned down at me with those gorgeous lips
and beautiful chocolate brown eyes and I—I
would never forget this moment—not ever.
About Nora Everly
Nora Everly is a lifelong bookworm. She started reading the good stuff once she grew tall enough to sneak the romance novels off the top of her mother’s bookshelf and it has been non-stop ever since.
Once upon a time she was a substitute teacher and an educational assistant. Now she’s a writer and stay at home mom to two small humans and one fat cat.
Nora lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family and her overactive imagination.
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