Monday, November 27, 2017

Exclusive Sneak Peek: Close Contact by Lori Foster + Body Armor Series Giveaway (US/Can)

Close Contact (Body Armor #3)
Lori Foster
from Harlequin

There’s no resisting a desire like this...

MMA fighter Miles Dartman’s casual arrangement with personal shopper Maxi Nevar would be many men’s fantasy. She seeks him out, they have mindblowing sex, she leaves. Rinse, repeat. Yet lately, Miles wants more. And when Maxi requests his services via the Body Armor security agency, he’s ready to finally break through her defenses—and protect her day and night.

Receiving a large inheritance has brought chaos and uncertainty into Maxi’s life. Her ex has resurfaced, along with lots of former “friends,” and someone is making mysterious threats. Then there’s Miles, who doesn’t ask for anything…except her trust. Pleasure is easy. Now Maxi has to give her heart as well as her body…or risk losing a man who could be everything she needs.


Grinning, Miles said, “I never pictured you on a farm dealing with a herd of cats and raccoons.”

She waved a hand down at her hideous outfit. “Yeah, I never pictured it either.”

“Actually, you look cute.”

Her incredulous gaze shot to his, but he didn’t notice as he wrestled the lid off the barrel. He managed it a whole lot easier than she usually did, but then, he was made of muscle.

Cats had followed them in, and now more gathered as he opened their food source. Meows filled the air. It was tough to move with so many animals twining around their legs.

After he almost tripped, Miles said, “Impatient, aren’t they?”

“I’m late.”

“What time do you usually feed them?”

“By seven thirty or so at the latest. Generally I feed them, then get my coffee and sit on the porch to enjoy the morning before I get started on chores.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t sound awful.”

“No,” she agreed. “It was actually a nice routine.” If it weren’t for so many different things conspiring against her, she’d be loving life right about now.

Several of the cats were trying to stretch up to the top of the barrel. Smiling, Maxi pointed to the long metal channel against the wall behind the barrel. “I use the large scoop inside to fill that trough.”

He laughed. “A trough for cats.”

“Hey, it was the only thing I could think of to get them all fed at the same time.”

“You’re resourceful.”

Was that two compliments in a row? Maybe he wasn’t as angry as he’d seemed. More likely, it was his compassionate nature trying to make her more at ease.

But…she couldn’t be the only one feeling the sexual tension. Around Miles, it hit her like a tsunami. Even under the awful circumstances, she wasn’t immune to his appeal. In fact, because of everything she’d just gone through, she felt even more drawn to him and his strength.

Watching as he loaded the scoop, she said, “It’s actu¬ally a pig trough, but when you see them eating... well, let’s just say it fits.”

The cats carried on as if they hadn’t eaten in days, in¬stead of just being late for breakfast. By the time Miles filled the trough, the cats had lined up side by side and were devouring their chow.

“That has to be half of a bag right there.”

“I buy in bulk,” she said. “I have to store the extra bags in the house, though, or the raccoons—”

“Throw a party?” Miles grinned down at her.

“They do!”

He laughed, but slowly, as his gaze roamed her face, the grin faded. He removed a dried weed from her hair, tucked a wayward lock behind her ear, then brushed his thumb over her cheek. He leaned toward her.

Her toes curled in the rubber boots. God, she’d missed his kiss so much, the taste of him, the feel of his firm lips and his clever tongue and—

“Wait.” She flattened a hand to his chest.

Expression enigmatic, Miles cleaned a smudge off her cheek. “You’re exhausted.”

Oh God. She’d freaked out over nothing.

Get a grip, Maxi.

After clearing her throat, she said, “Yes, and it shows.”

He flicked the end of her nose. “You still look cute.”

He’d said it again! Frazzled from the mixed signals, she propped her hands on her hips. “You’re either super horny or just trying to make me feel better.”

“How about a little of both?”

About the Author


Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette.

Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance.


Giveaway!

Books à la Mode is giving away a print copy of one of the earlier books in the Body Armor series: either Under Pressure or Hard Justice—winner's choice! Yay!

To enter, all you have to do is tell me in the comments below:
How did you spend your Thanksgiving? Canadian friends, what did you do for your Thanksgiving in October?
Please make your comment MEANINGFUL. Comments solely consisting of stock responses or irrelevant fluff like "Thanks for the giveaway!" will not be considered for entry. Lori and I really want to hear from you guys! :)

I went down to the Bay Area and got to see some friends! Since my family isn't here, I just stayed with family friends for actual Thanksgiving and got to join in on their dinner. Thanksgiving food is my favorite!

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