What if you made a list of all the crazy things you’ve dreamed of doing, but have been too scared to try…and then did them? Every. Last. One.Dani is a twenty-something who has just had a mastectomy. As she wakes from the surgery, she meets Jack and confuses him for her fiancé. When the real fiancé finally arrives, he dumps her and leaves wondering what to do next. She quickly realizes that she's tired of the life she's been living and pleasing every but herself so she makes a list of all the adventures she wants to try.
Jack has his own drama, has just lost a major renovation project, and is trying to raise his rebellious sister. While he's working on the home he's currently repairing, a new tenant has arrived to rent the upstairs apartment. He realizes it is Dani, and although instantly fell for her in the hospital, he tries to keep his distance and use her for his connections to his project.
While the story is about Dani and Jack, its also about her relationship with the other women she meets while undergoing chemo treatments.
Well written, authentic, and filled with heart, I can't wait to see more from this author.
“I’m adding to your list. Before I boost you out of here, I’m adding a number eleven.”
“I don’t want your pity kisses.”
“For crying out loud. I’m not going to kiss you. No kisses. No screwing. Satisfied?”
No, my heart cries. I nod. “Fine. Feel free. Number eleven.”
He takes a step forward. I take a step back.
He takes another step forward. I take another step back. I hit the dirt wall.
He bends down and grabs me behind the knees and my back. My stomach dips. He picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I’m pressed against his chest. I carefully loop my arms around his neck. My fingers brush the ends of his soft dark hair.
Maybe I did knock my head in the fall. I’m feeling dizzy. Like the world is tilting and everything is rearranging itself. As if suddenly, everything has been shaken up and flipped and now Jack and I are at the center. Of everything.
I shake my head to clear it. He pulls me closer and grins down at me. There’s the spark of a challenge in his eyes.
He’s going to kiss me. I just know it.
I tilt my chin up. My lips part a centimeter. They feel full and lush. I lick them. We’re breathing at the same time. His chest rises and so does mine. Will he catch my breath with his mouth?
His hand starts a slow caress along my spine. He drags his hand in a slow, teasing circle up and down my back. A liquid warmth flows over me.
He gathers me close. Lifts my face to his. Our eyes meet. His gray to my blue. I’m lost in them.
We’re posed there, in the dusty cellar, with a sunbeam dimly lighting the space. His skin looks like honey in the light. What if I licked it? I send my tongue over my lips again.
He lets out a low rumble. I feel the vibration deep in his chest. It spreads over me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Number eleven,” he says.
“Number eleven?” I can’t remember what that means.
He blinks and his eyes clear. “Number eleven. Sweeping you off your feet.”
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