Breaking Josephine by Brooke Stanton

Honest here, I’m not entirely fond of the cover. Actually, I like the cover a lot, it’s that dude that doesn’t convince me. But the story? That’s a good one.

The story is Breaking Josephine by Brooke Stanton just released in the Adult, Historical, Romance genre.

Synopsis

FROM AN AWARD-WINNING AND #1 BESTSELLING AUTHOR COMES A “HOT, SEXY, AND SINFULLY DELICIOUS HISTORICAL ROMANCE!”  

Just before Josephine’s eighteenth birthday, her brother kicks her out of their home and ships her off to Oklahoma to work for a widower and his two children. With no money and her parents gone, Josephine has no choice but to board the train to a strange new life.

When Jack Harrington put an ad in the paper for a young man to work his farm, the last person he expected to step off the train was Josephine Taylor—a spirited young woman from Manhattan. Jack believes Jo is behind the lies her brother told to get the job and tries to send her back to Manhattan. But always a survivor, Jo manipulates a deal to stay with Jack and his children for a month and prove her worth. Jack warns Jo he runs a strict home. If she disobeys he’ll slap her backside as red as a rooster’s waddle. Undeterred, Jo agrees to his terms.

Jack’s son, six-year-old Tommy, immediately takes to Jo, desperate for a mother, but sixteen-year-old Ruby is apprehensive and territorial, which is exacerbated when her beau turns his eyes to Jo. Stubborn and willful, Jo tests Jack’s limits. But soon the struggle between them turns passionate. Jo fights against her new and strange yearnings for Jack, but her willpower weakens with every battle they forge.

Does Jo have the courage to fight against the restraints of society and Jack’s guarded heart and fall into the intoxicating embrace of her truest desires…

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Jack closed his eyes and took in a long slow breath. But his attempt to regain control failed. In a swift movement, his hands circled under Jo’s thighs and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

One of his hands cupped her buttocks, holding her up, while his other sailed up her spine and over her neck. Their lips were a breath apart, and for a moment they stayed like that, breathing each other’s air.

Their heartbeats galloped together under the thin fabric of their clothes, and Jo didn’t know where hers stopped and his began. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she shivered at the temptation that was offered up in his sweet lips so close to hers. How quickly she forgot the inappropriateness of what their kisses had led to in the past. But her mind was a fog of want and desire, and propriety was as far off as the moon.

Her tongue flicked out, grazing his lip, and it was all the encouragement Jack needed. His mouth captured hers, firm and moist, and she sighed. Her tongue moved in an urgent rhythm against the velvety meal he offered up in his sweet mouth.

She felt him harden under his trousers, and Jo’s hands twitched, instinctively wanting to draw his desire out. Jack gripped her under her thighs and carried her across the barn, pressing her against the wall. Confidence lurched in

Jo and she slid her legs down to stand.

She satisfied her twitching hands and placed them on top of the bulge that strained the fabric of his trousers. He groaned in her mouth, and the encouragement of his response thrust her desire forward.


BrookeAUTHOR BIO:

After her own misadventures in New York City, LA, and London, Brooke Stanton now lives in sunny South Florida. She’s an award-winning author who has contributed to Natural Awakenings Magazine, wrote a column for Examiner.com, and is the author of The Bloom Sisters series. Visit her website brookestantonbooks.com.

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