Tango
Love
By: Nicole Flockton
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Blurb
A sexy short story about being in
love with your best friend — and discovering it takes two to tango.
Melinda
Jones has been in love with her housemate, James Brady, since he moved in...but
she has no intention of ever telling him. Except it seems James has his own
plans...and they include asking her to share a sexy tango — then a little dirty
dancing in his bed.
For
Melinda, it's the best night of her life...until she wakes up alone the next
morning. Is she destined to spend her life dancing by herself, or will James
step up to be the partner of her dreams?
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Author Info
On her very
first school report her teacher said ‘Nicole likes to tell her own stories’.
It wasn’t
until after the birth of her daughter and after having fun on the community
board of eharlequin.com that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a
book.
The stories
she writes are contemporary romances with either a medical setting or in the
boardrooms of high powered business. Nicole enjoys taking two characters and
creating unique situations for them.
Apart from
writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully
supportive husband, and her two fabulous kids.
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Excerpt
“What’s a
pretty girl like you sitting at a bar all by herself?”
That voice.
So smooth, like warm chocolate sauce sliding down your throat. Such a shame it
was the lamest pick-up line in history. That voice deserved something so much
better.
Melinda
Jones turned, a light shiver tingling down her spine as she locked eyes with a
pair of deep blue ones.
“Please
tell me you don’t use that line all the time.”
His
laughter rumbled through her soul, and gooseflesh rippled down her arms. She
was in serious trouble. The man should be locked up. No woman was safe from his
voice or his laugh. No wonder he had such a good success rate with the opposite
sex.
“Only for you,
babe, would I use a line like that. I know I’m pretty safe from getting a swift
hit in the ribs with your elbow.”
“It just
gets better and better. I’m going to dance, excuse me.”
And with
that, Melinda dumped her wine glass on the bar, slipped off the chair and
headed for the dance floor to join her friends. It was stupid to feel so hurt
but she did. James didn’t know she had feelings for him, so she really had no
reason to be angry. To him, she was just his housemate; the girl he could joke
around with and test his pick up lines on.
The fact
that she’d fallen in love him was her problem. He was the perfect housemate. He
cooked, cleaned, ironed and listened. He even watched chick flicks with her
sometimes.
He was the
perfect guy and to him, she was just Melinda; the girl whose house he shared.
He’d never once batted an eyelid when she’d brought guys home. In the
beginning, she hadn’t batted an eyelid when he’d done the same and bought girls
home. The fact that she hadn’t gotten laid in over six months wasn’t his issue.
It was totally hers.
The
realisation she’d fallen for him had been one Friday night when they’d been
sharing Chinese. He’d said something and she’d looked over at him and WHAM that
was when it had hit her. She’d fallen for him.
Mooning
over a guy who wasn’t into you was the least attractive trait in a woman. How
many times had she’d told her friends that? Now it was time to take her own
advice and get over her feelings for James.
Melinda
danced with her friends. She laughed at their jokes and gave the impression she
didn’t have a care in the world.
“I’m
getting a drink!” She shouted to her friends over the incessant thump of bass.
They nodded and continued to dance.
Melinda
headed towards the bar, wishing she’d worn her favourite, comfortable Jimmy
Choos, instead of the new ones she’d bought that day. The shoes may have had
sex written all over them, but they were pinching her toes.
She sat
down on a recently vacated bar stool and ordered a fresh glass of white wine.
Waiting for the bartender to return with it she looked around the club. The
crowd had built while she’d been dancing. The testosterone level had risen
tenfold.
As she
gazed around, her eyes stopped at a pair of broad shoulders. His t-shirt fit
him like a second skin.
Now that
was the type of distraction she was looking for. She wanted—no needed—a body
that night. Anything to take her mind off the one body she couldn’t have. It
didn’t really matter that he wasn’t the hottest guy on the earth. At that
moment Mr Heavenly Shoulders turned in her direction and locked eyes with
Melinda.
Yes the
night was definitely looking up, she thought.
Melinda
gave him her come-hither smile. The invitation she was sending his way was very
clear. The wink he gave in return told Melinda he was interested in taking her
up on her offer.
The
bartender arrived at that moment with her fresh drink. She reached for it,
bringing it slowly to her lips, all the while watching and waiting for Mr
Heavenly Shoulders to make his way to her. He’d taken two steps when he stopped
abruptly, the flirty look stripped from his face.
He shrugged
the heavenly shoulders she’d been imagining wrapping her arms around as if to
say, “Thanks but not tonight.” He turned back to his friends.
“What
the…?” There was no possible way she’d misread that look in his eye.
“He was
only after one thing, you know.”
Melinda
whirled around and faced the owner of the voice. The last voice she’d expected
to hear warning her off a man. “Of course I knew exactly what he wanted. I
invited him. I wanted to have wild animal sex with him.”
Strictly Ballroom! That movie is amazing.
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