Book 1 in the Two Sisters Series
by New York Times
& USA Today Bestselling Author
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Sexy playboy Jack Taylor is a hot commodity. Everyone wants him. Women fall at his feet, begging for his attention. But Jack can never tell if women want his heart...or his wallet. He's ready to rid himself of the superficial and shallow females banging down his door. Jack's looking for something real--with maybe even a little spice. Fresh out of college with a culinary degree, Julianna Reynolds is ready to build the business she's always dreamed of. Eager to succeed, Jules is focused on her career and ready for a simple life of making people happy with her culinary creations. Landing an event at Taylor Orchards, Jules runs into Jack...literally. Realizing that Julianna has no idea who he is, Jack can't resist the temptation to pretend to be someone he's not. Can something fake ever turn into something real?
I always thought having my own place meant that nobody would bother me. Unfortunately for me that's not the case which is why it's barely eleven AM, and I'm being woken up by my brother and his wife banging on my front door. Remind me why I wasn't an only child.
It takes me more than a few minutes to get my bearings and stumble to the door. By the time I get there, I'm fairly certain my neighbors are ready to murder me and my family members. I can see it now. We'll be the lead story on tonight's newscast - "Prominent Savannah residents beaten to death due to noise ordinance violation" - or something close to that. I should've been the reporter instead of Tom.
"Some of us aren't used to being up at the crack of dawn on a holiday you know," I grumble as I open the door to let them in. They don't waste any time pushing me aside so they can enter, both grinning at me like loons.
Thomas claps me on the shoulder, hard, as he walks past me into my living room, taking a seat on the couch and pulling his wife Emma down beside him. "Considering today would normally be a workday, and it's after eleven, I think you'll survive," he says wryly before turning on my television.
"Make yourself at home why don't you." My tone is sarcastic, but it doesn't bother him.
Tom just waves a hand at me and goes back to ESPN, saying, "Go get dressed. We're hungry, and we have something to tell you."
Grumbling about annoying siblings and in-laws, I slam the door to my bedroom and search for something to wear. The week leading up to the wedding was a clusterfuck and laundry was so far at the bottom of my to-do list I'm down to boxers given to me as gifts and t-shirts I haven't worn since college. Hmm. Maybe I can talk Emma into taking all this home with her and washing it for me. There's a thought.
I don't bother to shower or shave because who knows what my brother and his wife will get into while I'm out of the room. After throwing on an old, grey Georgia tee and the least dirty pair of jeans I can find I walk into the living room to find them making out like teenagers on my couch.
"Thanks," I say dryly. "Disinfecting my couch is exactly what I wanted to do today."
They break apart, looking like children who've been caught being naughty, Emma's face is flushed and Tom's grin is devious. "Sorry, little brother," he says with a laugh, "but could you leave for just five more minutes?" Emma gasps, smacking him on the arm before hiding her face in his chest.
"Five minutes? Wow. I'm sorry, Emma." When Tom's eyes narrow, I ignore him, looking only at her. "You should have gone after me. I guarantee it would take longer than five minutes." When I do look at my brother, he's glaring at me. If looks could kill...well, let's just say I'm glad they don't. One side of my mouth lifts up as I leer over at my shy sister-in-law. "I'd make sure you left my bed happy at least."
Tom jumps over the back of the couch to chase after me, leaving his wife with her face now planted in the cushions of my couch as she giggles. "What's wrong, Thomas?" I taunt as I stand on one side of my kitchen island while he stands on the other trying to figure out how to get to me. "Can't handle the truth?" He lunges for me with a growl, but luckily he's two years older, and twenty pounds heavier, so I get back to his wife before he does. Pulling her up in front of me, I spin her around to face me and smirk at my brother. "Leave me alone or your wife gets it!" I make like I'm going to kiss her, and he freezes.
"Don't you dare!" I know I'm pushing just a little too far over the line, but I can't help myself. I dip her backwards and plant my lips just to the side of her mouth, so even though it looks like I kiss her, I don't, before standing her up straight again.
Emma's hands push against my chest before she turns to face my brother. "Wow Tommy, he's good at that." Tom and I both stare at her in shock now, surprised she got into the game. Normally she's quiet and shies away from any touch other than his. She looks between us both before she looks back at Tom with a grin. "He kinda looks like that guy from Once Upon A Time. The one who plays Hook. He's yummy!"
Tom jerks her over to where he is, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close while glaring over at me. "Don't touch my wife, Jack. Her mouth is off-limits to everyone but me." They've only been married since June, and he's still just as possessive as he's been since they met. My parents swear that's how they knew they'd get married. He'd never acted that way about a woman before.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I've heard that all before." I wave off his words. We both know I'd never go after my brother's wife. I just like to wind him up. Putting an arm around Emma's slim shoulders, I pull her into my side and look down at her. "So, sis, where are you taking me for lunch? All this foreplay has me starving."
She blushes once more before looking up at me. "Moloney's." I haven't been there in years, so I don't argue, even though I'm in more of an eggs and bacon mood.
"Awesome. Let's go before I take you back to my room -" I waggle my eyebrows but before I can continue the sentence, Tom smacks me upside the head.
He glares at me, pulling his wife away and shoving me to the side. "Don't even finish that sentence."
About the Author
Stacey Mosteller is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore – not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!