Title: The Only Thing
Series: The Donnigans #3
Author: Marie Harte
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2018
Blurb
"Readers will...read this book from cover to
cover...and then read it all over again."―RT Book Reviews for Just
the Thing Five Stars GOLD
What do you do when a "fake" relationship is so
much better than the real thing?
Hope Donnigan is finally getting her life together. She's
working a job she likes, has some amazing friends, and is steering clear of Mr.
Wrong. Now if only she could get her mother to understand that. Maybe a hot
tattoo artist from the other side town is just the ticket to teach her mom a
lesson.
J.T. Webster fell for Hope months ago at his sister's
wedding. So when she propositions him to be her fake boyfriend to get her
mother off her back, he's all in. The only problem is J.T. had no idea their
pretend relationship would be better than anything real he's ever had...
The Donnigans Series:
A Sure Thing (Book 1)
Just the Thing (Book 2)
The Only Thing (Book 3)
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Excerpt
Hope
couldn’t find it in herself to blink, focused on God’s gift to womankind. Her
aunt’s invitation to dinner had come at the perfect time, giving Hope an excuse
to avoid her mother’s weekly nagathon. Since her idiot older brothers had
hooked up with the loves of their lives, her mother had deemed Hope fair game
again. So much for their pleasant détente, where Hope stopped blaming her
mother for her many issues and Linda Donnigan stopped getting on Hope for
breathing wrong.
Yet Hope
hadn’t anticipated seeing J.T. Webster. He hadn’t been at the last two dinners
Aunt Sophie had invited her to. “Greg?” she asked, her mind on other things.
Like how
incredible J.T. filled out a simple T-shirt and jeans. The man had the
prettiest brown skin, like a smooth chocolate caramel. Light but so filling.
She swallowed a sigh.
Liam was
white, and she knew J.T.’s mom had been black. She also must have been
gorgeous, because J.T. had his dad’s height and brawn, as well as the face of
an angel who liked to sin. A lot.
She
swallowed a sigh and continued to visually eat him up, wondering if the size of
his hands and feet could be correlated to the size of other things.
God, get your mind off sex, Hope. His father is
here! Aunt Sophie is here! And you’re off men, remember?
“Yeah,
Greg,” J.T. said, looking concerned. “Gas Works Park ring a bell?”
Geez, she’d
seen Greg and J.T. just last week. “Oh, no. No problems on that front.” To
Liam, who studied her a little too intently, she explained, “Ex-boyfriend. A
jerk I ran into. No biggie.” She shot J.T. a look, pleased when he kept quiet.
Last
weekend, Greg, a guy she hadn’t dated or seen in over four months, had accused
her of using her brother to bother him. But Hope hadn’t thought about Greg the
Cheater since she’d dumped him, so she knew her brothers couldn’t care less
about the guy. When Greg had tried to get a little gropey at the park, she’d
taken him down, courtesy of the self-defense classes her brothers taught.
J.T. hadn’t
had to do more than watch her take Greg out. She’d been so proud of herself…
when she’d been able to tear her imagination from what J.T. would look like
naked.
So sad
those images replayed themselves over and over again.
“Right.”
Liam stared from her to J.T., a question in his eyes.
“So who’s
pregnant?” she asked, hoping to shift attention away from herself.
Rena
squealed. “Del is! A tiny little bun in her McCauley oven.”
Del looked
embarrassed, which was funny, because Del could out swear the mechanics she
bossed around on a daily basis and took woman
power to the next level. The woman had arms covered in tattoos, funky
ash-blonde braids, and icy gray eyes that seemed to look through, and not at, a
person.
Hope could
see a faint resemblance from brother to sister despite their different skin
tones. Both J.T. and Del had the same shape of their eyes and stubborn chins,
just like their father. Only someone as obsessed with J.T. would have noticed
that, she realized, and felt like a moron for being so enthralled with the man.
Fortunately,
Liam and Rena started badgering Del for details, letting Hope off the hook.
Since she
hadn’t yet greeted her aunt, Hope started to turn and found J.T. suddenly in
her way. “Oh, sorry.”
He put a
hand out to stop her from bumping into him. And sweet baby sexy, she felt the touch go from her arm all the way
through her body, centering between her legs. Oy.
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Author Bio
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.
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