The Reluctant Flirt, the captivating second book in the Outer Banks Series from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst & Blue Box Press is available now!
Just one night…
After discovering her husband’s affair, Sierra Lourde flees to New York City for a little damage control—and a lot of wine. A tipsy night in a bar with a charming stranger seems like the perfect way to forget her troubles. No names, no promises, just one night to escape reality and regain her confidence. The next morning, mortified by her vulnerability, she flees without looking back. But who needs closure, right?
But one night changes everything…
Sierra has reinvented herself as the proud owner of Flirt, a trendy boutique in the Outer Banks. Life is good—until Kane Masterson, the man she left behind, walks back into town. And of course, he’s now the developer whose big new project threatens to bulldoze her beloved shop. Kane needs this deal to save his career, but Sierra’s not about to let him demolish her hard-won success.
With sparks flying, sarcastic jabs turning into lingering looks, and a family wedding forcing them into close quarters, Sierra and Kane find themselves tangled in a battle of wills—and hearts. But now he has to choose: reclaim his career or risk everything for a second chance with the one woman he can’t forget.
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“Kane, this is Sierra. Sierra, this is Brick’s friend, Kane.
He’s visiting from New York and helps Brick out with some of the tours.”
Her gaze lifted and collided with familiar emerald green eyes.
Everything stilled. Her entire body
froze in shock, trying to keep up with her spinning mind that kept repeating
the same word over and over and over.
No, no, no, no…
Her hand jerked and the glass she was holding dropped,
shattering on the floor.
It was him.
The man who’d haunted her dreams for the past four years.
The man who’d stolen a piece of her heart and soul that one perfect rainy
night. The man without a name.
That man was Kane Masterson.
Dear God, he was just as sexy and devastating as she
remembered. Thick auburn hair that fell in a wave over his forehead. A lush
mouth and chiseled jaw that was a work of art. His lean muscled body was clad
in pressed khakis, a starched white shirt, and beautiful leather shoes. Broad
shoulders and powerful thighs forced the fabric to yield and surrender, just
like she’d done under his talented hands and fingers. His scent of spice and
clove drifted to her nostrils and sparked erotic memories that she wasn’t ready
to confront.
But God, his eyes. She was already drowning in the
green-gold depths, framed by thick lashes. That gaze drilled deep and pinned
her in place while she swayed on her feet, helpless underneath the intense male
stare, as shocked as hers.
“Sierra?”
She shuddered. The low, gravelly voice raked across her
ears. He’d never spoken her name. The raw intimacy of hearing it for the first
time from his lips shot her into a total panic.
She wasn’t ready to confront her past in the middle of a
crowded bar. Sierra jumped, realizing Aspen and Brick were both staring at her
with concern.
“Umm, hi. Nice to meet you, Kane.”
The words flew from her mouth automatically. Something
flashed in those beautiful eyes. Pain? Regret? Anger? She had no time to
process. The voice inside screamed for her to flee.
Sierra forced her gaze away, turning toward her sister. She
pressed a fisted hand to her trembling mouth. “Aspen, so sorry, I gotta go. I’ve got an…awful headache. Tell the girls I’ll see them later this week.”
“Wait, I’ll go home with you.”
“No!” She blinked, forcing a smile. “No, stay. I want you to
stay. I just really need some sleep and alone time.
Bye, Brick. Talk to you guys later.”
She shot out of the bar like Satan was trying to snatch her
soul. Her drive was a blur, as the past and present crashed into each other and
left a broken trail of memories behind.
By the time she arrived home, there was no more fight left.
Sierra pressed her back against the door. Slid down to the
floor. Closed her eyes.
And remembered.
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