Status Updates From Where There's a Will (Whisk...

Distraction? The very word pissed him off. Because she hadn’t said it jokingly. She’d been dead serious. Calling what they’d just shared a distraction was on par with calling a—a tornado, damn it, a little windstorm.

She lay there feeling like she’d found something she hadn’t been aware she’d been looking for. Ryder felt like home. She’d never thought a person could be home, she’d always believed it was the walls and the house. All her life she’d been working toward buying herself the security she’d always craved, never guessing she could find it right here in Whiskey River.

He made her feel safe. She didn’t want safety to be a person. She needed safety to be something she carried inside of herself. But for right now safety was Ryder. His spicy aftershave and his deep, soothing voice.

He wanted to kiss her. To be completely honest, he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her. But she’d never acted interested in starting anything with him. Until the Christmas party when she’d kissed him beneath the mistletoe. She had kissed him. After his initial surprise, he’d put his arms around her and pulled her close. And totally forgotten it was just a mistletoe kiss. But so had Addison.

I fell asleep last reading this. Pretty sure that was me though, not the book.

Can someone please explain to me why every book I read lately has a shirtless male on the front? :P I'm noticing a pattern here!