Feel the Rush
By Kelsie Leverich
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This was a sweet story about Meagan, a girl looking for the right kind of man. The marrying kind. Safe, successful, someone who wants the house, picket fence, and 2.5 kids. Reed Porter is an adrenaline junkie who likes to have fun and doesn't seem to take much seriously. He just kind of goes with the flow and he isn't in a hurry to get serious with anyone. He doesn't think that kind of life is in the cards for him.
When Meagan and Reeds paths cross, there is an interesting connection. One Meagan recognizes instantly. However, Reed isn't the type of guy Meagan needs in her life, in fact, he is everything but. Reed can't help the intense attraction he feels towards Meagan and he can't seem to get his mind off of her. No girl has ever affected him this way. But he isn't the marrying kind so Meagan decides they should just be friends even though she also feels an overwhelming desire to be with Reed.
If you are looking for a sweet, lighthearted love story, then read Feel the Rush and see how their journey goes.
“Hey, whatcha doin’ out here all by yourself?” he asked as he sat down on the oversize patio chair that was next to her. Tiny clumsily made his way to Reed and lowered his head onto his lap.
“Just enjoying the last of the lingering fireworks.”
Reed took up the hypnotic task of rubbing the top of the dog’s head. “Yeah, have you had a good birthday?”
“I have. Thank you for making the dreadful three-oh not so dreadful.”
“Anything for you, sugar.” His voice had that soft, sleepy, sexy rasp to it, and paired with the Southern drawl that really seemed to make an appearance when he was tired, Meagan was done for—that voice sent a shiver through her body, prickling goose bumps all over her legs—the good kind. “Where’s Eva?”
“Up in our room, more than likely getting her hair pulled.”
Reed narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Luke’s with her,” Meagan explained, and Reed cracked an approving grin as he gave an understanding nod. She returned her own form of an approving smile, hell, she was happy for Eva. “I’ve offered to take the couch tonight.”
Reed’s jaw set tight, his strong eyes boring into hers. “You’re not sleeping on the couch,” he declared his tone not leaving much room for argument.
“Yes, I am,” she protested. “It’s fine. I’m a hard sleeper, I can pretty much crash anywhere.”
Reed lifted his hand from Tiny and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Okay, then you can crash in my bed with me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. “I don’t think so, Reed.”
He leaned forward again, resting his forearms on the tops of his thighs. The thick muscles of his shoulder flexed, causing Meagan to gawk like a hormone-crazed teenager. Great.
Reed smiled, apparently privy to her little drunken, gaping eyes. Damn wine . . .
“Look, it’s late. Come to bed. I will be a complete gentleman.” He lifted his fingers in the air. “Scout’s honor.”
Meagan debated her options as she finished the last of her third glass of wine. She toyed with the idea of her body curled next to him. It was tempting, and the thought was very appealing. She had slept in the same bed as Trevor many times—but she was afraid it wouldn’t be the same when she was lying next to Reed. Trevor could curl up behind her and wrap her up in his arms and she would feel nothing but content—no flutter of excitement, no wanton desire to feel more of him. But what if she did with Reed? Actually, she already knew the answer to that question—she would feel those things with Reed, she didn’t need to be in his arms to feel them either. But ultimately, her body’s cravings won out against her pesky internal need to weigh the repercussions. She wanted that contact, even if it was just lying in the same space as him, sleeping.
“Fine,” she said. “But I’m warning you, I’m a kicker. And I sometimes talk in my sleep too.”
Reed stood up and reached out for her hand. “That’s okay, I snore.”
“Well, good thing I’m a hard sleeper then,” she said, placing her hand in his, allowing him to help her up. Her legs swayed under her, causing Reed to move his grip from her hand to her elbow as he steadied her.
“How much wine did you have, birthday girl?”
“A glass or two . . . or three . . .”
Reed chuckled and shook his head. “Come on.”
About the Author:
Kelsie Leverich lives in Indiana with her husband and two adorable monsters that are better known as her kids. Her life revolves around her family (to include two dogs and a cat) and most of the time, actually all of the time, it’s a crazy mess—but that’s the way she loves it! When Kelsie’s not writing, you can usually find her on the lake with friends and family or snuggling on the couch with her kids and a good book. Kelsie is not a morning person, has a soft spot for animals, loves musicals, hates seafood, and thinks laundry is the source of all evil. You can find Kelsie on Twitter and Facebook, or visit her website at www.kelsieleverich.com
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