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Can a vow to remain single stand up to an Irish accent?
Dr. Nicole Mann is simply too busy for romance. Her work as a surgeon consumes her entire world and she prefers it that way. That is, until she meets too-charming-for-his-own-good Ty O’Grady. This sexy architect with his enticing Irish accent has her thinking of something other than medicine. So she’ll prescribe herself an intense—but temporary—round of seduction to cure this Ty fever once and for all.
Stubborn, strong and entirely too desirable, Nicole is Ty’s match. When one hot touch leads to another, and another, this footloose drifter suddenly is thinking of a relationship with a design to forever. So he’s pulling out all the sensual stops and will do anything to show her a temptation that’s irresistible!
“Nicole, I’m going to put my hands on you.”
Ty could still see wariness in her jaded eyes as she turned to look at him.
“You already have, Ty.”
“I’m going to put more hands on you.” He edged closer to her.
“Why are you announcing this?” He noted that she didn’t move away, so he moved closer again.
“So that you don’t kick my ego into next week, my warrior princess.” Cupping her face, he tilted it up. Slowly. Giving her plenty of time to settle in. Or back away.
She didn’t back away.
“I’m going to kiss you now. Say yes.”
“Ty—”
“Yes or no, Nicole.” He looked deep in her eyes, waiting for her answer.
“Yes. Okay? Yes! Put your hands on me.” Her arms snaked around his neck, her hands fisted in his hair. “Kiss it all away. Can you do that?”
“Oh, yeah.” His hands slid from her face to her hips and he pulled her close. “I can definitely do that.”
We’re back to South Village for Nicole’s adventure into love. Adventure? Maybe I should say her fall straight into love. The genius Dr. Nicole Mann doesn’t take to anything that doesn’t involve work. Dedicated to her profession and little else, she’s what you might call a one-track woman.
That is, until Ty comes along and distracts her with a sexy Irish lilt and a smile that does something funny to her insides. I hope you enjoy her fall!
And next month be sure to catch my third book in the SOUTH VILLAGE SINGLES series, Messing With Mac, where we’ll see if the last of these three friends can hold on to her vow of singlehood.
I wish you all happy reading!
Jill Shalvis
P.S. I love to hear from readers! You can reach me through my Web site, www.jillshalvis.com, or by writing me at P.O. Box 3945, Truckee, CA 96160-3945.
Tangling with Ty
Jill Shalvis
To Megan Nicole, my warrior princess
CONTENTS
A NAKED MAN would have changed everything, but there wasn’t one in sight. So, as always, Nicole Mann got up with the alarm. As always, she showered, dressed and nuked a breakfast burrito in less than eight minutes.
And as always, she was out the door of her apartment at top speed to get to the hospital for what was likely to be a double shift due to a late-spring flu outbreak.
Yes, her life was completely dictated by her work. So what? Being a doctor was a dream-come-true, and if she’d worked at that dream-come-true nearly every waking moment, forsaking just about everything else—including naked men—she could live with that. Being a doctor was what she’d wanted since she’d graduated high school fifteen years ago at the perfectly extraordinary age of twelve.
“Psst.”
For a woman who prided herself on nerves of steel, Nicole nearly leapt out of her skin at the unexpected whisper coming out of the darkened hallway of her apartment building.
But it wasn’t the boogey man or any other menacing threat. It was just the owner of the building and her friend, Taylor Wellington, peeking out her door. Taylor was nice and beautiful—reason enough to hate her—but she also happened to be in possession of that disarming ability to talk until Nicole’s eyes crossed. It completely wore down her defenses.
That they’d—polar opposites—become friends still baffled Nicole.
“Psst!”
“I see you,” Nicole said. “Did I wake you?” Not that the perfectly-put-together Taylor looked anything other