Love a laugh out loud down the I-95 (I assume it is, as it’s the Keys).
All I Wanna Do Is You by Dylann Crush released Thursday in the Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance genre.
Reagan Campbell’s flight just got grounded. She’s planned her brother’s perfect wedding weekend down to the minute, but her checklist didn’t include running into the one guy she’s never been able to get over. Only two things stand between her and the Florida Keys: fifteen-hundred miles and the man who broke her heart.
Zach Anderson has a score to settle with Senator Campbell. And running into his daughter, Reagan, gives him just the opportunity he needs. But it’ll take more than planes, trains, and automobiles to get her all the way to Florida in one piece. He might not be able to keep his hands off her cupcakes, but will he be able to keep his heart out of the way long enough to exact his revenge?
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“So, I’ve been thinking about this trip of ours…” Zach started.
Reagan looked at him. Really looked. Even in the same clothes, no shower, victim of a strip search, he still exuded an air of vitality like he was ready to step out onto a beach somewhere.
She ducked her head, attempting to take an inconspicuous whiff to check herself for BO. She hadn’t even washed her face this morning, much less had access to deodorant or her bag of makeup tricks. And the faint pink stain from the salsa still decorated the front of her shirt. Hopefully no one would recognize her so far from home.
“I’m sorry again. I bestow infinite apologies for getting you wrapped up in my hell,” she said. He was sweet to take partial responsibility for getting her to Florida. She wouldn’t have been able to hold it against him if he’d left her stranded in Louisville. The fact he was willing to drop everything and cart her down the coast had elevated his status beyond incredible boy-man she’d lusted after and thought she’d fallen in love with in high school to someone she respected as a really nice guy.
“You need to stop apologizing. I really don’t mind. I have the time. Like I said before, I wasn’t going to leave you stranded.”
“I hope you’re keeping track of how much you’re spending. I’m going to pay you back every dime, I promise.”
Zach leaned back against the booth. “I’m not worried about the money. But I am a little worried about driving through the night. I’ll get us as far as I can tonight, but I don’t know that we’ll get all the way to Miami unless you’re willing to take a shift behind the wheel.”
“I can’t. I don’t know how to drive a stick, and besides, I don’t have my license.”
“Always a rule follower.” He shook his head.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I can’t afford to break the rules. My dad’s a senator. Everything I do—”
“Reflects on him. The Campbells have an image to maintain. How could I forget?” He ran his hands through his hair and clasped them together on the table in front of him.
“What do you mean?”
“Forget it.” He glanced away.
“No. What are you talking about?”
“I was just thinking about the graduation party.” Zach’s gaze met hers. “The closet? Ringing a bell?”
She bit her lip. So he remembered it too. Silly to think that the best make-out session she’d ever had in her life had been on a dare in high school. They shared a kind of chemistry she’d compared every other relationship to since. And none of them had ever measured up. Her palms went clammy and her chest seized in pre-hiccup paralysis. She took a long draw on her tea. Too late.
Zach’s mouth spread into a grin. “You had the hiccups that night in the closet.”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re right. I did.”
He set his palms flat on the table.
Rising from the bench seat across from her, his gaze never left hers. Her limbs froze in place, breath hitched in her throat, ass stuck to the vinyl bench seat like she’d sat in a puddle of super glue. The only thing unfortunately not struck by instant paralysis was her diaphragm.
He leaned across the table. Incoming. Questioning eyes probed hers. A hand brushed the hair from her cheek. She drew in a breath of his musky maleness as his face drew closer and closer.
“The only thing that got rid of your hiccups that night was when I did this.” His hand cupped the back of her neck and gently pulled her face closer to his. Their lips connected with the briefest touch.
Hiccups stalled and retreated.
Shell-shocked, her body slowly reacted to the sensation of Zach’s lips on hers. A rush of heat flowed through her, defrosting her frozen state. Her hand fisted in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, and she rose halfway off the bench. The kiss deepened, his mouth parting. The warmth of his tongue ran along the seam of her closed lips and she eagerly accepted, sucking his tongue into her mouth, hungry for the taste of him.
AUTHOR BIO:USA Today bestselling author Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle, sass, heart and humor. A true romantic, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she’s not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in the Upper Midwest.
Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour.com/) with live episodes every 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month and is a founding member of the Romance Chicks group where authors and romance readers can connect.
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila. You can find her at www.dylanncrush.com.
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