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Touching Spencer—even for a millisecond—did things to my body.
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Wild things I could barely control.
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Rescue the Night
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A Hartley’s Nest Romance Book 1
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by Christine DePetrillo
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Genre: Small-Town Contemporary Romance
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Touching Spencer—even for a
millisecond—did things to my body. Wild things I could barely
control.
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I hate dentists. Except for Dr. Spencer Holland. It’s hard
to hate him when he smiles at me, and those adorable crinkles appear
at the corners of his big, brown eyes. I’m nervous as hell when
he’s aiming sharp dental tools at me, but I’m also imagining how
his lips would feel against mine. How his arms would feel wrapped
around me. How our bodies would fit together perfectly.
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I can’t actually have this sexy dentist though because he’s my
brother’s best friend and totally off limits. Actually, Spencer is
friends with all of my brothers—all five of them.
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Oh, did I forget to mention I have five brothers?
Five brothers who circle like me like a pack of protective wolves.
Yeah, so anyway . . .
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I’ve managed to hide my attraction
to Spencer for fourteen years ever since he came to my rescue on my
prom night. Lately ignoring my feelings for him, however, is a
full-time job. One I’m failing at. Epically.
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And there are these . . . moments when I almost believe
Spencer wants me too. But that couldn’t be.
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Could it?
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I’m tired of being underwhelmed by every
relationship I attempt with other guys. None of them measure up to
Spencer, and it’s time I did something to make him mine.
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Just don’t tell my brothers.
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Rescue the Night is a small-town, brother’s-best-friend, steamy, contemporary romance.
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Merlin rose to all fours, stretched, and followed Spencer through the living and dining rooms to the sliding doors at the back of the cabin. The dog shot outside as soon as the door opened while I waffled between staying where I was by the front door and wandering toward Spencer. Of course I’d wandered through his home before. I’d been in every room except one.
The bedroom.
Magnetism won out and I snaked my way through the living room, pausing by the couch so I didn’t seem too eager to be beside Spencer. I peeked down the hall toward his bedroom. Would I finally get to see it? Tonight?
He turned when a floorboard creaked under my foot and I froze.
“Why do I feel as if I’m sneaking up on you right now?” I asked.
Spencer lowered his head and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Why do I feel as if I don’t know how to act around you right now?”
“Because we’re on a date?” I shrugged. “This is a different scenario for us.” I took a few steps closer so only the dining room table was between us now. “We’re both worried about what happens if this goes badly. We’re afraid of my brothers finding out.”
He winced at that last concern. “They might murder me.”
I waved a hand. “They hardly murder anyone anymore.”
That earned a little grin from Spencer so I rounded the table to stand in front of him. He kept his hands in his pockets and I kept mine clasped behind me, both of us not sure what touching each other would do.
“What if we pretend we haven’t known each other since we were kids?” I suggested. “And that you’re not Logan’s best friend, and none of my brothers even exist?”
“It’s just us tonight.” Spencer nodded. “Okay.”
“All right. So we’ll behave as we would on a regular first date with someone.”
“We can try.” His gaze swept over me again. “But, honestly, none of my first dates have ever interested me as much as you do, Vanessa.”
Damn. How could I follow my own advice when he fired me up again?
“I’m not that interesting,” I said.
Spencer’s lips tilted up. “Bullshit.”
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Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees,
conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed
soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight,
and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her
way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.
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Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her
obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like
sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she
writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and
definitely make you believe in the power of love.
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She lives in Vermont with her husband and many woodland creatures who
defend her fiercely from all evils.
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