Chelsea Fine's book, "Perfect Kind of Trouble" comes out today! I haven't had the please of reading this book or the first in the series, but they both sound fantastic! I'm hoping to get my hands on them both soon!!
Perfect Kind of Trouble
Author: Chelsea Fine
Release Date: June 17th, 2014
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PERFECT KIND OF
TROUBLE Synopsis:
Sometimes when perfect falls
apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . .
Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .
Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.
Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .
Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.
EXCERPT:
Still
handcuffed together, we carefully maneuver our linked wrists and open the old
train door. Inside, the boxcar is completely empty except for a single, folded
piece of paper.
I scowl. Will
this scavenger hunt for money ever end?
“What do you
suppose it is?” Daren nods at the piece of paper in the back of the train car.
“A check for a
million dollars?” I say hopefully.
The only way to
reach the paper is to climb inside. Which won’t be easy since my chest barely
reaches the bottom of the train car and we can’t climb in one at a time
because, you know, we’re attached to one another.
I frown. “How do
you want to do this?”
Daren scratches
his jaw. “I’ll hoist you inside first then I’ll jump in. Come here.” He turns
me around to face him and I step into the circle of his arms.
The summer sun
burns down on us. I stare at his chest where his T-shirt pulls tight against
the hard muscles of his pecs and a trickle of sweat slowly slides down the back
of my neck.
The corded
muscles of his neck ripple as he turns his head. “Hold on to my wrists. Then
I’ll lift you up.”
He places his big
hands on my waist and his thumbs slide under my shirt, grazing the bare skin of
my stomach. A warm zing shoots down my belly.
I snap my eyes to
him. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Do what?” His
expression is neutral but there’s a glimmer in his eye.
I eye him
shrewdly as I wrap my hands around his wrists.
He glides the
pads of his thumbs over my stomach again and another, more powerful, zing darts
straight down my belly and between my legs as I suck in a breath.
“Cut it out,” I
say.
“Cut what out?”
His eyes dance with amusement.
“You know what.”
“I have no idea
what you’re talking about.” A mischievous grin spreads across his face and I
can’t stop the smile that starts to play at my own lips.
“Daren...”
His eyes lock on
mine and the twitching low in my belly starts up again. Then his gaze drops to
my mouth and hunger lights his eyes.
I absently part
my lips, my thoughts suddenly hazy.
Leaning in, he
whispers, “Now do
you want to kiss again?”
His words flutter
over my ear like soft, warm butterflies beating their wings against my
sensitive skin and a shiver runs through me.
The answer is yes.
I do want to kiss him again. It felt so good to have his mouth on mine last
night. To feel him up against me.
But I don’t
answer.
He brushes his
thumbs over the naked skin of my belly again, but this time dips them inside
the waistband of my skirt and skims the lacey top of my panties.
I inhale sharply,
tightening my fingers around his wrists as my nipples harden and heat builds in
my core. I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache slowly building
between my legs but it’s no use. I’m already a tight puddle of need.
How come this
beautiful man can make me melt with just a simple touch? And how come it’s
always so difficult for me to snap out of his sexy gaze?
I blink away from
Daren’s pretty brown eyes and playfully whisper, “No,” before shifting back a
few inches.
His eyelids,
heavy with desire, open fully as he scans my face and throat with a smile.
“Liar.”
I smile back,
grateful he doesn’t try to convince me otherwise. I’d no doubt give in if he
did. Because Daren affects me.
Every other guy on
the planet is just that: a guy.
But Daren is a
force. And I am a feather.
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ABOUT CHELSEA
FINE:
Chelsea
lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories,
painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at
doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include:
superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband
and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama
on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.
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