A standalone novella following the Gormly Clan...
When Jessica left the farm to start over in the city, she had her future all laid out. Too bad her plan for success went from super awesome to complete crap in twenty seconds, and all because of that stupid lightning catcher, Scott Ares. He looked a lot different from their small town days, all suited up and stuff, and it's not necessarily a bad look...
The only thing standing between Scott and his plan to destroy his father is Jessica Freaking Solak. The nerd he knew then and the tattooed motorcycle riding chick in front of him now couldn't be more different. Still, she's in the way and has gotta go. Although, it shouldn't cause too much drama if he kissed her once or twice first.
His hands, all on their own, clasped around her waist and hoisted her up.
Her objection was a little vocal. And kick-y. “Put me down!”
“I’m trying to help.”
“You’re copping a feel!”
Okay, maybe it’d started out that way, but a bit of his finger grazed the space where her shirt and shorts met. The power in her, untapped energy, tingled his hand. “You grew up, Jessie.”
“Jessica.” She did a two-step away from him, but he knew she’d felt it too.
There had to be a million and one ways to play this to his advantage, but at the moment, he couldn’t think of one.
Really, he couldn’t think of a single thing beyond touching her again.
And that scared the shit out of him.
Bio: Lyn grew up in New Orleans and decided to live like her heroes, James Bond and Indiana Jones. She wasn't totally successful and never had to shoot her way out of a hotel bedroom. She's still coming to terms with it. Awards and woot-woots include: Amazon Sci-Fi Romance Best Seller, ARe Best Selling Author, SFR Galaxy Award Winner.