Author Crystal Jordan
and her latest release
Destination Desire #3
Karen Patton’s life is falling apart. She signed divorce papers, quit her job, and moved back to her hometown into an apartment that couldn’t feel less like home. With two weeks of free time before she starts work at the Half Moon Bay Public Library, she’s crawling the walls, trying desperately not to miss the man who chose his career over her.
When an old college friend invites her to Italy for an impromptu wedding, she jumps at the chance to focus on something other than her own misery.
Tate Patton is doing his best to ignore the divorce papers that just landed on his desk. A rational, reasonable man would sign and be done with it. Instead, he seizes upon a wedding invitation to do something completely impetuous—ignore the papers and fly to Rome.
When they lay eyes on each other, the sparks fly as hot as the first time they met. Maybe the more mature versions of themselves can fix what’s broken. Their love is too strong not to try…
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Dinner was a lesson in torment. Valentina’s grandmother had pushed Karen into the chair next to Tate…and no one in their right mind argued with that woman. Not to mention, Karen had had no desire to bring more attention to the fact that Tate and she were the antithesis of the happy couple Gio and Valentina presented. Tate cast the occasional glance in Karen’s direction, but said little, which should have been comforting, but instead just felt weird. The longer she had to sit next to him, the more surreal the situation became, and the more wine she drank. Not the most mature way to handle things, but she was at a party in Italy. The vino flowed freely.
It was well after midnight by the time Gio poured her into a taxi. He all but shoved Tate in after her, who looked none too sober himself. They tumbled out in front of their hotel, and the world tilted oddly in front of her eyes. She blinked hard, trying to focus enough to get in the door.
“Oooooops,” Tate said, catching her arm when she staggered. A sweet tingle went down her skin. She frowned. There was a reason that should be a bad thing, but she wasn’t really certain what it was. Oh, yes. The divorce.
They bumped into each other a few times on their way to the elevator, and on the fourth bump, she burst into laughter. It echoed in the lobby and she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. Tate seemed to think that was hilarious because then he laughed too.
“We’re loud,” she whispered, tilting toward him, then back.
He nodded and pushed the button to call the elevator. They collided when they both tried to enter the car at the same time, which made them chortle.
“Whoops. Manners.” Tate waved her in first, then covered his mouth to smother a drunken hiccup. “Ladies first.”
Inside, he stared at the buttons with ferocious concentration. “What floor are you on?”
“The third, but they number things weirdly here,” she said knowledgably, proud that she remembered. Right now, she was a bit vague on her own name. “The ground floor is zero.”
“Okay. Good.” His finger circled the buttons a few times before he managed to hit the right one. “I’m on the third floor too.”
“That’s nice.” She hummed a little song as they began to slide upward. Very slowly. She’d never been in an elevator so slow. The only way she knew they were moving was the dial that pinged over to the next floor.
“I wanted to say…you look really pretty tonight. I like your new hair.” He squinted. “Don’t know if I told you that before, but I really, really like it. You’re beautiful, Karen.”
“Thank you. That’s so sweet.” A silly grin spread on her face, and warmth bloomed inside her.
“I have some Prosecco in my room. Got it when I was buying a bottle of wine to bring to dinner.” He swayed as the elevator lurched to a stop on their floor. “Want to share a glass with me?”
“Oooh, Prosecco.” That stuff was like Italian champagne with all kinds of fizzy bubbly goodness. She’d always loved it. “Okay.”
A tiny warning bell went off in the back of her head, but she wanted to feel fizzy and bubbly inside, so she ignored it and followed Tate into his room. They bumped into each other again as he tried to turn and shut the door and they both burst into guffaws.
“Shh,” he said, the sound slurring. “We don’t want to be too loud and get in trouble.”
She nodded sagely. “Then we wouldn’t get to have Prosecco.”
A snigger of laughter came from his nose as he reached around her to lock the door. She ended up pressed against the wood, which was good because her balance wasn’t too great. Tate’s chest slid over hers and that old spark of chemistry that had never really extinguished made her nipples tighten and a rush of heated warmth sluiced down her body. Mmm, and didn’t that feel nice? She closed her eyes to savor the sensation, a grin tipping up her lips.
“I would loooove to know what you’re thinking right now.” Tate’s breath brushed over her neck as he spoke, and it made goose bumps shiver down her skin. That felt nice too. His nose nuzzled into the sensitive spot just below her ear. “You smell so good, Karen.”
Crystal Jordan is originally from California, but has lived and worked all over the United States as a university librarian. An award winning author, Crystal has published contemporary, paranormal, futuristic, and erotic romance with Kensington Aphrodisia, Harlequin Spice Briefs, Ellora’s Cave, and Samhain Publishing.
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