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Fiance by Friday by Catherine Bybee
Coming May 21st, 2013
The beautiful, high-born daughter of an English duke came to America to take over her sister-in-law’s matchmaking business. But just because she’s the boss doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about making her own perfect match with bodyguard Neil MacBain. Will the enigmatic man who haunts her dreams cost her more than she bargained for?
The retired Marine can’t deny the effect blue-blooded Gwen has on his troubled soul or his battle-hardened body. But as a client, Gwen is off-limits—until a threat from Neil’s past returns…and Gwen is caught in the crossfire. Now to keep her safe he will risk it all: his career, his life…and his heart.
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A completely unedited excerpt from Fiance by Friday
She pushed her way through the crowd on a collision course with Neil. He kept his lips in a thin line as she approached and gripped the long neck bottle at his side.
Slipping between the woman on the stool next to him and Neil’s massive frame, she slapped her hand on her hip and growled. “What are you doing here?”
He blinked, once, and picked up his beer. “Having a drink.”
She wanted to scream. “Having a drink,” she repeated.
He tilted the bottle back, took a swig.
“I know what you’re doing, Neil. And I don’t like it. I don’t want or need a bodyguard.”
If stomping her foot would knock some sense into him, she’d stomp better than a farm girl in a vineyard.
Poking a finger into his chest, she moved closer. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to have a love life with a two-hundred thirty pound bodybuilder standing in my way?”
A muscle in his jaw tightened. “Two-hundred and fifty.”
“Ahhh!” She did scream now, in a growling frustrated kind of way.
He lifted his beer again, but before he could take a swig, Gwen grasped it from his fingers and tilted it back herself.
In a move that would make Eliza and Karen proud, she pushed the empty beer bottle back into his hand and slid between his thighs.
His jaw twitched again.
The strong musky scent that was pure Neil swam up her nose. She dropped one hand to his thigh and left it there. “This is how I see it, Neil. You have two choices. Either back off or step up.”
Gwen squeezed her hand before twisting out of his personal space and marching back to the girls.
A satisfied smile stretched over her face.