Monday, November 21, 2016

Impulse by C.J. Lake

C.J. Lake

Genre: New Adult Romance

Date of Publication: 10/5/16

Number of pages: 360
Word Count: 86K

Book Description:

**Standalone novel, NO cliffhanger. Contains explicit/steamy content intended for mature readers.**

I couldn't believe my luck, seeing Cady Killoren at the bar and finding out she no longer had a boyfriend. Then ending up at her place later that night... She had her guard up, but there was no denying what was happening between us. I wasn't sure how to play this, I hadn't exactly been honest with her. I only knew I wanted more of her...and then things got complicated.

It was one impulsive night--totally unlike me! I can't even blame it on the drinks. That night with Mick was pure chemistry. I never would've guessed that the next time we met it would be in a crowded restaurant, being introduced by my dad! And I would find out that everything I thought I knew about Mick was a lie. There are a lot of reasons why I need to resist Mick Croft... Easier said than done.

Excerpt 3

With Linda out of earshot, Cady and Mick were basically alone.  Trying not to appear self-conscious, Cady stayed put and roved her eyes all around—observing a scatter of crispy leaves blowing off the trees that lined the street, focusing on the sharp sparkle of sun against the glass of the car windows—when she heard the rough timbre of Mick's voice.  “C'mere.”
Her eyes snapped up.  Mick was still several feet away, positioned by the rear tire, and he was looking at her.  Her lips suddenly felt dry, as her stomach tightened even more.  “What...?”
“C'mere,” he repeated.  There was something so enticing and inviting in those two syllables, spilling from his lips.  It just sounded sexy. 
“Why?  Do you need help?” she said, figuring sarcasm was her best way to seem unaffected and in control. 
Mick snorted a laugh.  “No.  Come over here so I can show you how to do this—in case you're ever in this situation again.”  Reluctantly, Cady came closer to him.  “Lower,” he said. 
Lower...  The word, spoken by Mick's rough voice, put dirty thoughts in her mind.  Acting neutral, Cady knelt down.  Now they were almost on eye-level. 
“You're still going to need a new tire,” he explained.  “The spare's a short-term solution.”
“Oh, I know,” Cady told him, averting her eyes slightly, while her pulse raced.  Up this close it was impossible not to feel the pull of her attraction to him. 
“The first thing you need to do is put the jack under the car,” Mick began, demonstrating as he spoke.  “Then you use this crank,” he continued, grabbing another tool.  What followed that was a stimulating tutorial on changing a tire, after which Cady had only the vaguest idea how to change a tire. 
But in her defense, it was hard to focus with Mick so close to her.  Normally she was a good student, but car repair was obviously not one of her better subjects.  Especially when it involved a hot “instructor” who made her crazy.  First she was distracted by Mick's aftershave.  Then by watching his strong hands working, using a wrench to unscrew some nuts and bolts.  And after lining up the spare, he easily put it in place, and, as if that wasn't hot enough, he hand-tightened the screws.  Damn, who knew changing a tire could be so erotic?
A buzzing sound interrupted Cady's thoughts.  When Mick pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a quick glance at the screen, so did Cady.  Her adeptness for speed-reading cell phone screens upside-down didn't fail her.  It only took a fleeting second for her to see the words: Incoming call from Juliana
Cady's stomach churned.  No, it wasn't logical.  But it was a genuine gut reaction.  Who was Juliana?  Instead of answering, Mick ignored the call, stuck his phone back in his pocket, and focused again on what he was doing. 
Of course Cady should have held her tongue.  Was she going to advertise that she was being blatantly nosy about Mick's personal life?  That would serve no purpose whatsoever and also be borderline-embarrassing.  Yet, for some reason, she blurted, “Who's Juliana?”
Mick halted for a second, slanting a look at her that she couldn't quite interpret.  Then, casually, he said, “Just a girl in one of my classes.”
“Oh.”  Let it drop now.  It's none of your effing business!  “Is it the girl from the Halloween party?” she continued prying.  When Mick hesitated, appearing unsure whom Cady was referring to, she clarified, “You know, the one dressed as Snow White.”
“Oh,” he said and shook his head.  “No.  That was Rachel.”
So...that was it?  No further detail offered about Rachel or Juliana?  Well that was disappointing.  In fact, she couldn't help being disheartened that Mick hadn't expressed his thorough disinterest in either or both of these girls—about whom Cady knew nothing, and of whom Cady had no right to feel jealous.
As he lowered the jack back down, Mick said, “All right, you're all set here.  The spare's good.”
“Okay, great.  So the lesson is over?”
“Yep, that's all there is to it,” Mick said.  “Are you clear on everything?”
“Um...sure.”  Actually she was more muddled now than before, at least when it came to her feelings for him.

About the Author:

C.J. Lake is a storyteller who is passionate about art, surfing, and skiing/snowboarding. She is the author of Constructing Us, A Hot Winter, Sky High, and Impulse.  Residing near the coast of Massachusetts, C.J. is currently working on a new book. 

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