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Your Inescapable Love
By Layla Hagen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release date: November 10, 2017
*A new
sizzling friends-to-lovers romance from a USA TODAY Best-selling Author*
*This book is a stand-alone. Each book in The Bennett Family series will follow a different couple.*
Max Bennett was nine years
old the first time he met Emilia. The two formed a tight friendship that lasted
for years until she moved away. Now, years later, Max enjoys a successful
career, and his brilliant business sense helped him take his family’s company
to the next level. Max loves his life: carefree and fun. He has everything he
wants and does not intend to settle down anytime soon (even though his family
might have other ideas).
But when a chance encounter brings him face-to-face with Emilia, he starts questioning everything. The girl he last saw years ago has grown into a beautiful woman with sensual curves and a smile he can’t get out of his mind. Their chemistry is sizzling, and between old memories and new challenges, the two form an undeniable connection.
Emilia Campbell has a lot on
her plate, taking care of her sick grandmother. Still, the
twenty-eight-year-old physical therapist faces everything with a smile on her
face and a positive attitude. The one area in her life where she’s not too
optimistic is love. After practically being left at the altar, Emilia has sworn
off men. Until the childhood friend she hero-worshiped and hasn’t quite
forgotten steps into her clinic. Max is every bit the troublemaker she
remembers, only now he has a body to drool over and a smile to melt her panties.
Not that she intends to do the former, or let the latter
happen.
They are both determined not to cross the boundaries of friendship. But as they spend more time together, their chemistry spirals out of control.
Can Emilia trust her childhood hero with the key to her heart and accept she might have found her one true love?
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Exclusive Excerpt
Laughter
rumbles out of Max in a deep, heartfelt sound. I desperately try to come up
with something clever to say. A strand of my blonde hair falls from my ponytail, and Max tucks it behind my
ear, the pad of his thumb lingering on my earlobe. Heat radiates from that
small point of contact, spreading to my cheeks, my neck.
“Lie
on the table, Max,” I eventually say. He does as I instruct him, and once he’s
on his back, my fingers accidentally touch his chest and an electrifying zip
makes every part of my body heat up. He exhales sharply.
I
attempt to decipher the expression on his face. There is heat in his eyes—that
much is clear, but the way his brows are arched indicates that he’s as
surprised by my reaction to him as I am by his reaction to me.
“Emilia,”
Max says in a low voice. “I think we have a problem.”
“Mmm?”
I urge, not wanting to say anything unless I’m certain we’re on the same page.
I wouldn’t put it past my sex-deprived body to be messing with my mind.
“When
I found out you’d be my therapist, I thought we’d pick up where we left off years
ago. But then I saw you all grown up and sexy and… well.” He cocks an eyebrow, a devilish grin crossing his lips.
“Just thought I’d put this out there. They say communication is the key to
everything, right? And it used to work for us.”
I
chuckle, shaking my head. His breathing is labored, and so is mine. Stepping
back, I put some much-needed distance between us.
He
nods slowly, scratching the faint stubble on his jaw. “It’s only a matter of
time.”
“What
is a matter of time?” I ask, not following.
“Until
we’re comfortable with each other again.”
Oh,
I hadn’t thought about it like that. “Maybe you’re right.”
Judging
by the way my entire body seems to go hyperalert when he’s around, that seems
like wishful thinking.
“Let’s
start with your exercises.”
He
groans. “I hoped you’d forget about that.”
“No
chance.” I explain
the exercise in detail for the next few minutes, and Max’s already nonexistent
enthusiasm for the exercise turns to downright annoyance. To his credit, this
particular exercise is a bitch. He
follows through with my instructions and does a set of twenty reps.
“You’re
in great shape,” I commend him. “Most people are out of breath by the time they
reach twelve.”
Max
draws a deep breath. “I worked out a lot before the accident, and I also play
water polo on
occasion.”
The
thought of Max in a pool, shirtless and playing polo is fodder for my brain,
which turns everything into a dirty picture.
“You
know, the faster you finish the physical therapy, the faster you can do your
regular workout again and keep those hard abs of yours in place.”
“You
noticed?” he asks smugly.
“Couldn’t
help it,” I admit. “It’s all messing with my hormones big time. Like you said,
just putting it out there.”
“Maybe
communication doesn’t always help. It didn’t really clear the air, did
it?”
I
chuckle nervously, pulling with my fingers at the hem of my shirt.
Seeing
as how the air seems to consist of hormones and sexual tension, the question is
almost rhetorical. When we were kids, we used to talk out loud about
everything, and it helped us put some awkward incidents behind us fast. But
openly admitting our attraction for each other just seems to be making
everything worse.
Clearing
my throat, I say, “Okay, new resolution. We’ll just ignore the chemistry until
it goes away.”
Max
curves his lip up in a smirk, and I can tell he has a witty reply in mind. He
remains silent, though, and now I’m dying to know what he’s thinking, of
course.
“Are
you seeing someone?” I ask, realizing I have no idea what the status of his
love life is. My stomach is in knots as I wait for his answer.
His
smirk becomes more pronounced. “This coming from someone who wants to ignore
the chemistry?”
“Just
hoping to alleviate my conscience. As light as our flirting was, I’d feel like
shit if there’s a woman in your life.”
“I’m
not an ass, Emilia. I wouldn’t have flirted back if I was seeing someone. What
about you? I have to say right off the bat that if you are, and you’re blushing
like that when I’m just looking at you, dump him. He’s clearly not good
enough.”
“You
know, one thing did change about you, Max. You weren’t so full of yourself
before. Now you’re bordering on being cocky.”
“Bordering?
Please. I’m far past that border, deep into Cockyland.”
“Cockyland?” I giggle, then remember
what Mrs. Devereaux said, that confident men are usually great in bed, and I
can’t help the heat rushing to my face.
“Something
about you changed too, Jonesie. You laugh a lot more. It suits you. But you
haven’t answered my question.”
“I’ll
tell you everything while you do another set of twenty.”
He
gives me the stink eye but
doesn’t argue.
“I’m
not seeing anyone. But I almost got married six months ago.”
“What
happened?” Max asks in a soft voice, pausing for a split second.
“He
dumped me three weeks before the wedding.”
“That
son of a bitch.”
I
smile at his indignation. “How do you know it’s not something I did?”
“I
have a hunch. Tell me.”
I
instruct him to do a set of straight leg raises, then tell him what happened.
“We’d
been together since college, and we got along well until Grams got sick. Things
became more difficult, I was stressed….
Three weeks before the wedding, he said it was all too much responsibility for
him, and he hadn’t signed up for this.”
“He
was a jerk. You got off easy.”
“Maybe,
but it still hurt. Like I wasn’t worth fighting for, you know.” It also twisted
the knife into an age-old wound, hitting
too close to home. My father took off right after Mama’s
funeral, claiming that raising a kid was too difficult and he was meant for
other things. “I suppose it’s better that it happened so early in the game before we signed the papers, but
it hurt. I’ve put my romantic life on hold since, but I could use a friend,
Max.”
My
fingers are on the edge of the treatment table, and Max feathers the back of
his hand over them, a devilish smile on his face. “I volunteer for that spot,
Jonesie. Now, if I accidentally make an inappropriate comment or look at you
the wrong way, please chalk it up to the fact that I’m a weak man.”
I
point a menacing finger at him. “No messing around with me. I mean it.”
“Or
what? Will you spank me?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You already have me lying
down.”
“You’re a pest, you know that?” I say under my
breath, but can’t
hold back a smile.
“I’ve
been called that before. Nuisance, plague.”
“You
say that with pride,
as if it’s a badge of honor.”
“It
is. It means I’m determined.” Max resumes
a serious expression. “And I’m determined to be a good friend to you, Emilia. I
promise. Now, what’s the next torture you have in store for me?”
As
I explain the next exercise, his eyes zero in on my mouth. Nervously, I lick my
lower lip, and Max’s gaze smolders me, like that of a man ready to break his
promise. Damn it. How is this ever going to work?
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About Layla Hagen
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later. I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world. And I drink coffee. Lots of it
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