For eight years, Josie Sullivan has managed to keep memories of Nash Riley buried in the past. Now he’s back, and he claims he’s here to stay—in the apartment above her bakery. How in the hell can she keep her distance when she runs into him every time she turns around? Even worse, her traitorous heart whispers she never let him go...
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Romancing Wisconsin, a USA Today Bestselling Series from NY Times and USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Joy Netzel
AUTUMN KISS
For eight years, Josie Sullivan has managed to keep memories of Nash Riley buried in the past. Now he’s back, and he claims he’s here to stay—in the apartment above her bakery. How in the hell can she keep her distance when she runs into him every time she turns around? Even worse, her traitorous heart whispers she never let him go…
Years ago, Nash made the mistake of leaving Josie behind, and now she won’t give him the time of day. Buying the building that houses her business seemed like a good plan to win her back, but she refuses to believe he’ll stick around this time. Seeing her every day becomes pure torture when she stubbornly maintains the defensive walls she erected when he left.
EXCERPT:
He smiled and leaned in as if he was going to kiss her. She quickly stepped back, hands up to ward him off.
“Aw, come on.”
“The thing is, we both agreed last night, that was never our issue. It’s the other stuff we need to work on now.” Though she would probably regret every word, she looked him in the eye and said, “Which means, what almost happened last night is off the table. Like you said, we’ll take it slow.”
His eyebrows rose. “No kissing, either?”
“No.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Longing forced her to ease back another step. “I can’t think straight when you kiss me.”
His hands grasped her upper arms to halt her retreat. The quirk of his lips held a hint of cockiness. “And I can’t think straight for wanting to.”
For a man who had screwed up so badly, he could still say the most perfect things. Whatever willpower she’d mustered crumbled when he urged her forward.