Revive — Tina Gayle

Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club continue to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney. But does he love her or her money? Excerpt “I shouldn't kiss you. Not with the current mess my life is in but…” She slid her hands around his neck and fell against him in a full frontal attack. Plush breasts lay flat against his chest, and the whole length of her luscious body caressed his. Blood pounded through his veins and a roar sounded in his ears. If she wanted to talk about whose life was in a bigger mess, some people might claim he'd win. The past -- he shook his head to clear his thoughts -- didn't determine the future. Bull's-eye. For once, he felt right on target and had no plans to deviate off course. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek and skimmed his fingers over smooth skin. Oh, how he yearned for this woman. Why, he couldn't say, didn't care. They'd work out whatever problems that arose. Now, he had to allow her time to grow used to having a man in her life again. Tilting her face toward his, he stared into her eyes. A dark flame burned in their depths. He inched closer and heavy lids veiled the blazing fire. Velvety soft lips greeted his. After one little nibble, he couldn't resist sinking into the pure bliss of kissing her. A groan rumbled in his throat and he gave himself over to the pleasure. Heat ignited and he broke out in a sweat. His hands took on a will of their own, sliding to her shoulders, down her back, tugging her closer and keeping her pinned to him. The rough wool of her coat chafed against his palm and warned of a scratchy exterior. She might fight him every step of the way by resisting his advances or denying the strong attraction between them but... She melted against him and her hands tunneled through his hair. The light scrape of nails raked his scalp, igniting his nerve endings. His brain grew foggy. Only his tongue pumping hard into her mouth kept sanity in sight. He'd replayed their last kiss in his mind for days, but it paled in comparison. Her body hadn't trembled with hard shock waves in his memory. Nor had she tugged on his hair in the same demanding way. Her taste, with its unique flavor, hadn't held the smooth caress of chocolate. When had she partaken of the tasty treat? Pulling away, he stared at her heat-stained cheeks. Lips slightly swollen, air swished in and out of her mouth on quick little breaths. She didn't speak, but her hands stayed buried in his hair. “Want to try another one?” Hagan held her tight, afraid if he loosened his hold she'd race away. “No phone, no dog, no one to stop us from enjoying a second kiss.” Jen kept her eyes on his, unwilling to admit she'd relinquished control. “Wrong. I have my cell phone.” He leaned in and whispered against her lips, “Then I better hurry.”