Title: Cheat Codes
A Dawson Family Series Novel
Author: Emily Goodwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2018
Blurb
Archer has always wanted what he can’t have—Quinn Dawson. Since the
moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in
his heart he knows only she can fill.
Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right.
But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess
it would create if Archer made a move on his best friend’s baby sister.
It was supposed to be one night, but one night is all it takes to make
everything more complicated, and they only have nine short months to sort it
all out.
No, none of it mattered. Until it did.
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Playlist
Imagine
Dragons - Whatever It Takes
Campsite
Dream - Beautiful Mistake
Ariana
Grande - No Tears Left to Cry
David
Guetta/Sia - Flames
Selena
Gomez - Back To You
Zedd/Maren
Morris/Grey - The Middle
Bon
Jovi - Livin’ On A Prayer
Excerpt
Those
little bitty shorts ride up her tight ass as she walks. I want to put my hands
on it. Press my cock up against it as I kiss her neck, gathering her hair into
one hand and move it over her shoulder.
I swallow
hard. I can’t think like that. Not here. Not now.
Not ever.
“Are you
done?” Quinn puts one hand on her hip and for a split second I think she knows
what I’m thinking.
“Yeah,” I
say, picking up my last piece of bacon. I pop it in my mouth and stand,
bringing my plate over to the sink. Quinn takes it from me and bends over to
let the dogs lick the remnants of eggs. Her ass is in the air right in front of
me, and I wonder if she’s doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me.
Because she
is, and I have to change my stance thanks to my hardening cock.
“Quinn,” I
start, not sure what to say, but I have to say something. “We should talk.”
“About
what?” She straightens up and rounds on me, crossing her arms. Her eyes meet
mine, drilling in with an intensity I’ve never seen from her. She has little
flecks of blue in her brilliant green irises that I haven’t noticed before.
I move
closer, stepping over Boots. If I say it now, there will be no more wondering.
No more waiting. She’ll either take me or leave me, but at least I’ll know. I
can kiss her now or move on. Somehow, someway.
It’s not
hard. All I have to do is open my mouth and let the words come out, speaking
with unwavering vehemence as I tell her how I feel.
Yet, I
can’t.
Standing
here looking at Quinn, with her messy hair, thick sweater hiding her perfect
tits, and dogs circling around her feet in hopes of more food, I feel more
nervous that I did the first time I stood in front of a patient on the
operating table with a scalpel in my hand.
“Archer?”
“Your
wrist. How’s your wrist?”
“My wrist?”
she questions, nostrils flaring. She lets out a sigh and picks up the plate the
dogs licked clean. “Same as yesterday. I ordered a posture brace on Amazon to
help with my shoulder pain, not that you care.”
I’d offer
to massage her shoulders, but the moment my hands land on her back, all bets
are off.
Suddenly,
Quinn advances. She’s inches away, arms crossed tightly over her chest and head
tipped up to mine.
“That’s not
what you wanted to talk about.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and
cocks her head. “Is it?”
“Quinn.”
“Don’t Quinn
me, Archer Jones. You know as well as I do you weren’t going to talk to my
about my wrist.” She lets out a frustrated breath and lets her arms fall to the
sides. Her fingers brush against me, and my skin feels electric just from that small
touch.
Goddammit.
“But fine.
I’ll play that game. Here.” She holds up her hand. “Examine me, doctor.”
Her words
are meant to mock, but they do the opposite. I’ll examine every inch of her
body. Twice. Three times. Just to be certain nothing was missed.
I take her
wrist and tug her forward, knocking her off balance so she falls against me,
both her hands flat on my chest. I slip my other hand around her waist,
stopping at the small of her back. Quinn’s lips part and she gasps.
Instead of
struggling to get away, she relaxes in my arms, and nothing has ever felt more
right.
Even though
this is wrong.
Quinn is in
my arms, back arched and tits against my chest. My cock is hard, pulsing
against the confines of my jeans. Thunder booms above and Quinn shivers.
“Do you
still want to talk?” My voice is gruffer than I intend, but the harshness does
something for Quinn. She slides her hands up my chest and around my shoulders.
“There are
other things I’d rather do,” she says, voice breathy. Fuck. She’s killing me. She
brushes her hips against mine, feeling my erection through my pants. “And I
think you would too.”
I do. I so
fucking do and she knows it.
“Archer,”
she says softly and hearing her whisper my name is almost enough to make me
come right then and there. I slowly bring my face down to hers. I’m going to
kiss her. After all this time, it’s finally fucking happening.
Author Bio
Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of
books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boys and
happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters.
When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or
drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
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