It’s four days until I fly to the US with Mr.C while he works. *grin* I’m looking forward to the two week ‘holiday’ but getting organized to go is seriously driving me insane. Okay fine, I already was insane but you know what I mean. Anyway, I’ve got a release next week! All Of You will be available from Noble Romance on Monday 26th. Yay! In honor of that I thought I’d share a sneak peek. Enjoy!

All Of You – Available Sept. 26.

Only You Bk1

Claire Jones never dreamed the fantasies she’d been having about the young guy next door would ever become reality but after a push from her best friend and one encounter involving dirty laundry she’s getting more reality than one woman should be allowed. But with reality comes emotion and Claire finds herself falling deeper and deeper under Ryan’s spell.

Ryan Doherty wants in Claire’s pants but he soon discovers hot sex isn’t all he’s after. She makes him happy in a way nothing and no one else ever has and if he has to use their amazing chemistry to stay in her life he will. Because having more of Claire isn’t an option. It’s the only choice.

Can Ryan and Claire bridge the age gap to find the love of a life time or will what others think destroy the best thing either of them has ever found?

Excerpt:-

“So you gonna tell me who’s got you all starry-eyed and picking up your phone every three seconds?”

Ryan whipped his head back around to stare at his brother.

“Close your mouth, Ryan. You’ll catch flies. So did you finally get into the pants of the woman next door?”

He felt his face heat and knew he was blushing. Something he hadn’t done since he was a pre-pubescent schoolboy. Ryan turned away, for once in his life he didn’t want to brag about his sex life. Not even to his brother.

“Wow. You aren’t gonna spill the beans?”

Turning back to Brett, he tried to smile and make the whole thing seem like no big deal even if he felt it was. “Not yet. Didn’t get very far, but it looks promising,” he lied.

“I bet she’s hot in the sack.”

Ryan ground his teeth together and clenched his fists. He would not punch his brother in the face for his crude observation, even if it was true. Claire was hot in bed—and in the kitchen—but Brett would never hear that from Ryan’s lips, and he certainly wouldn’t be finding out on his own.

“Knock it off. There’s nothing to tell, and you shouldn’t talk about Claire like that.”

“Well, well, well. Has little brother gone and fallen for the woman next door?”

“Don’t be stupid, Brett.” Ryan took a step closer to his brother.

Brett held his hands up. “Wow, calm down. I’m just mucking around.”

Ryan relaxed, his fists unclenching. “Sorry, guess I’m a little tired from all the extra hours we’ve put in with the delay in construction.”

“No worries, Ryan. I know how crabby you get when you aren’t getting any.” Brett grinned and ducked as Ryan threw a punch at him. “Still not quick enough to get me, little brother.”

Ryan’s stomach shook with the laughter he tried not to let out. His brother always seemed to defuse any fight they had. They’d never really come to serious blows in their entire lives, and at twenty-nine and thirty-five it didn’t look like they ever would.

“Nah, just didn’t want to put the old man in the hospital.” Ryan grinned, the old, well-used banter between them settling his agitated nerves.

Brett’s laughter drew the attention of some of the men, and he slung an arm around Ryan’s shoulders, pulled him in close, and bumped his hat off to ruffle his hair. “You young whippersnapper, you.”

Ryan pulled free of Brett’s grip and gave him a shove before stooping to pick up his headgear. “Knock it off. You’re just jealous I can still pull women while they’re all passing you by in favor of us younger more strapping blokes.” Ryan puffed his chest out and flexed his arms.

Doubled over with laughter, Brett couldn’t answer him. Ryan smiled and turned to go back to the office. Before he could stop himself, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the display.

“Just ring her, you douche bag,” Brett called out from behind him.

Groaning, Ryan climbed the stairs to the office and entered the relative privacy of the small metal box. Throwing his butt into his chair, he began scrolling through his address book to find the number he’d looked up earlier today. He hit call and brought the device to his ear just as the line connected and began to ring.

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Rhian Cahill

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