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About Legally Charming:
Felicity Hart has one goal: Completing her masters in art. Falling in love isn’t part of the plan. She reluctantly agrees to attend a Halloween party with her best friend. After sneaking away from the party and falling asleep in an unoccupied room, she wakes to the sexiest pair of eyes she’s ever seen. Eyes that belong to the one man who could turn her well organized world upside down. When he flashes that wicked, panty-melting smile at her the vow to not fall in love seems impossible…
EVERY PRINCE IS LOOKING FOR HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY TO KISS…
Jared Redmond used to be the ultimate bad boy. But now his legal career is taking off and the partners of his firm are trusting him with high-dollar real estate transactions. Jared’s king-size bed is empty. But when he arrives home on Halloween to find a princess sleeping in his bed – his all work and no play attitude goes out the window. There’s nothing he wants more than to explore the hidden desires of this mysterious beauty and show her just how much of a bad boy he really is by fulfilling her every fantasy.
WHEN MIDNIGHT STRIKES AND COACHES TURN TO PUMPKINS…
Underneath the glitter of this fairy tale romance, Felicity and Jared might have found true love. But the mounting pressure of their real lives takes hold again and Jared and Felicity are pulled further and further apart. Can they find their fairy tale ending or will they be left with the dying embers of what could have been?
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He popped the movie into the player and turned the TV on. Once the huge flat-screen was filled with the credits, he joined her on the couch. Rather than sit a few feet away, he lifted up her blanket, eased in beside her, and curled an arm around her waist, tucking her firmly against his side. The sudden intimacy had her entire body tensing, both with apprehension and excitement.
“It’s just a movie,” he murmured in her ear and feathered a kiss on her temple, as though assuring her that she didn’t have to go any farther physically than she was with him right now.
How did he seem to know what to say? He was perfect and too damned tempting.
His scent, that wonderful woodsy scent mixed with fresh rain, was an endless comfort. It reminded her of home. When spring showers washed through the town and she’d leave her windows open. The scent and sounds of rain were a soothing enticement.
“I’m glad I went to see Sargent with you.” His chest rumbled with his low murmur.
“Me, too. It sounds like you don’t get enough time to enjoy life.” She winced. “I’m sorry, that sounded rude. I didn’t mean it like that.” She lifted her head and leaned into his touch when he brushed the hair back from her face.
“I know you didn’t. You don’t have a mean bone in your body, princess.” He tapped her cheek playfully with his index finger.
“Hey! I can so be mean. You don’t know me.” She bristled, irritated at the increasing amusement at his face. Tiny lines crinkled around the corners of his eyes and mouth. A sexy mouth, one she’d fantasized about kissing most of the day.
“I am getting to know you.” He was tracing her lips, his brow furrowed in thought. She sucked in a breath, wondering, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“You, Felicity, are a kitten, sweet, soft…”
Struck by an impish impulse, she bit his thumb.
“Why you little—” He tackled her back on the couch, laughing as she squealed. He pinned her down with the weight of his body and started tickling her.
“Oh! Quit that!” She was laughing too hard for the threat to be taken seriously. The blankets fell off them and onto the floor, and in the midst of their playful struggles, Jared’s hips slid into the cradle of her thighs. The intimate press of his body to hers made them suck in a shared breath. Faces close, both of them panting, Felicity dared not move except to wriggle her hips under his. He captured her wrists, pressing them down into the soft, worn leather of the couch on either side of her head. She licked her lips, rocked her hips again in a silent invitation, a plea for something she needed but feared to ask for.
“Not a kitten,” he murmured moving a few inches closer, enough that his nose brushed the tip of hers. “More like a tiger. Fire, spirit, beauty.”
For a man who claimed he knew little of art, he painted with his words.
“Please, Jared.” She didn’t know what she wanted him to do, only that he had to do something.
“Shouldn’t…” he breathed.
“Have to…” she begged.
“Yeah,” he agreed and dipped his head toward her.
The velvet press of his lips to hers melted in a slow-burning fire. Feathery, teasing, his tongue sought hers, and she gasped against his lips in erotic delight. The kiss hardened, turned possessive, and it thrilled her. Her body was on fire, the way he gently restrained her, took his kisses slowly, deeply, a banked eagerness one thread away from losing the control he held as he taught her how to kiss.
Open-mouthed, raw, persistent yet tender. He demanded everything and conquered her kiss by kiss, sigh by sigh. When his hold on her wrists vanished, she slid her hands up his body, fingers dipping and rising over the contours of his muscled back. They settled on his shoulders and her fingers dug in, clinging as he assaulted her senses and destroyed everything she thought she knew about him, about herself.
Their bodies rocked together, an ancient rhythm hindered only by clothes. The leather of the couch was soft and whispered beneath her as she tried to shift, to find some way to ease the pangs of desire exploding like fire in her womb. Fear tinged each kiss, fear of the climbing heights, the pounding blood and the flashbangs of heat along her skin whenever he touched her. Felicity had never felt this way before.
Jared’s kisses cast her into the fire, molded her into something new, never to be undone by any man’s kiss but his.
She slid her hands under his shirt, and the warmth his skin radiated made her toes curl and her back arch. His hips rolled into hers again, and she hissed sharply as arousal and need shot through her. Her nails raked his back, desperate for another taste of the endless bliss each movement of his body promised. Was this what the poets and songwriters meant? This steady yet frantic race toward an unknown length of time when only pleasure could exist? White-hot stars shot across her eyes.