Best Friends, Secret Lovers
“I’m a particular fan of this trope and Jessica Lemmon does a wonderful job of showing the joys and challenges of best friends opening up to each other in a new and intimate fashion.”
“...the dialogue is sparkling, the sexy times swoony. I was delighted when these folks ended up with their happily ever after!”
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One Valentine’s Day kiss turns best friends into lovers in the flirty first book in Jessica Lemmon’s Bachelor Pact series.
These best friends had never been single at the same time. Until now…
Sabrina Douglas is worried about her best friend and colleague, Flynn Parker. His rocky divorce and the pressure of running his family’s firm after his father’s death have brought him to the brink. Before his staff stages a coup, Sabrina intervenes to lighten things up. Her idea? Spend an innocent Valentine’s Day together. But after they share a surprisingly passionate kiss, innocence is thrown out the window.
And soon after that fateful kiss, the plumbing goes kaput in Sabrina’s apartment, forcing her to move in with Flynn. The Valentine’s Day kiss is only the beginning... Sure, best friends with benefits has a ring to it. But this has to be their secret because if word gets out, they’ll be risking their professional reputations and their friendship. So is it time to retreat to the friend zone…and is that even possible?
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Series Info
Book 1, The Bachelor Pact, featuring Flynn Parker & Sabrina Douglas
Awards
a Harlequin Junkie TOP PICK
an AAR Desert Island Keeper
The Bachelor Pact Series
Extras
Excerpt
Sabrina shot him a feisty smile that was like a kick in the teeth. It rattled his brains around in his skull and his entire being gravitated closer to her. Until this morning, he’d never laid out their timelines and dating habits side by side. They’d never talked about how they were always overlapping each other with other people.
It was an odd thing to notice.
Why had Sabrina noticed?
He watched her as cheese samples were passed around but he couldn’t detect by looking if she’d had the same sort of semierotic dream about him as he’d had about her, or if she was thinking of him in any way other than as her pal Flynn.
He’d never looked at her any differently until that dream. Sabrina Douglas was his best girl friend. Girl space friend. Not a woman he’d pursue sexually.
She hummed her pleasure and wiggled her hips while she ate a graham cracker topped with goat cheese, and Flynn felt a definite stir in his gut. For the first time in his life, sex wasn’t off the table for him and Sabrina.
Which meant he needed his head examined.
Pairing with the confusing thoughts was a palpable relief that down south he was operating as usual. He’d worried after the one-two punch of losing his wife to his brother and his father to cancer he’d never be back to normal.
Now that he reconsidered, who cared that a mental wire had crossed and put Sab’s face in his fantasies? He’d had weird dreams before and they hadn’t changed the course of his life.
After the tasting, Sabrina chattered about her favorite cheeses and how she couldn’t believe they didn’t serve wine at the tour.
“What kind of establishment doesn’t offer you wine with cheese?” she exclaimed as they strolled down the boardwalk. She was a few feet ahead of him yelling at the wind, her jeans and Converse sneakers paired with an army-green jacket that stopped at her waist. Which gave him a great view of her ass—another part of her he’d noticed before, but not like he was noticing now.
Not helping matters was the fact that he didn’t have to wonder what kind of underwear she wore beneath that tight denim. He knew. No amount of trying to forget would erase the image of her wearing a black thong that perfectly split those cheeks into two bitable orbs.
“What do you think?” She spun and faced him, the wind kicking her hair forward, a few strands sticking to her lip gloss. He was walking forward when she stopped so he reached her in two steps. Before he thought it through, he swept those strands away from her sticky lip stuff, ran his fingers along her cheek and tipped her chin, his head a riot of bad ideas.
With a deep swallow, he called up ironclad Parker willpower and stopped touching his best friend. His voice was as rough as gravel. “I think you’re right.”
“You’re distracted. Are you thinking about work?”
“Yes,” he lied through his teeth.
“You’re going to have to let it go at some point. Give in to the urge.” She drew out the word urge, perfectly pursing her lips and leaning forward with a playful twinkle in her eyes that would tempt any mortal man to sin.
And since Flynn was nothing less than mortal, he palmed the back of her head and pressed his mouth to hers.
. . .
