Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod and a GIVEAWAY!

6/3/2014

In the questions in love and death, where does the truth lie?

Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod

caitjarrod.com

Emma James is on a mission to rebuild her life after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an innocent getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a great way to start fresh. Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan Cross is a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat bank account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier? The love of his childhood friend. Chaos and life-threatening obstacles have Ryan investigating Emma’s husband's death. When he discovers handwritten notes made by her late husband, he learns some friends can't be trusted. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, including putting Emma’s life in danger.

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SNEAK PEAK!

Emma needed to check her email and make sure the volunteers who took over her duties didn’t have questions. “Can I use your computer?”

“Whatever’s mine is yours.”

The temperature in the room climbed. Ryan dropped his towel and slid on his underwear, hiding his thickness, followed by shorts.

How did I not notice him years ago?

The reason emanated—a known player. In high school, every girl knew it, yet wanted him. He remained her best friend and when Eric, the dark haired, blue-eyed football star asked her out, she went and didn’t think twice about Ryan. The yummy sensation that stirred her moments ago vanished and she lowered her head, studying her fingers tangled in the sheet. Like the region outside of the eye of a storm, her mind swirled with her life with Eric. Dread struck and

her face flushed. She’d slept with her best friend, her husband’s best friend, and liked it. What did that say about her?

“Love?” He pulled his shirt over his head. She swallowed the sentiment. “Um, do I need a password to get onto your computer?”

“Nope.”

“Do you have a robe I can use? I’ll take a shower after I check my emails.”

“We have no plans, take your time.” He lifted her from the chair, tugged her to him, kissing her long, and slow. The touch of his lips, the caress of his hands chipped away at being disloyal to her husband.

“Use whatever you want.” He eased away, then snatched his robe from the back of the bathroom door and gave it to her. “As Niles would say, I have to go see a dumpster about a dog.”

She giggled and waited for the door to close before dropping her sheet and donning the royal blue chamois robe. The softness and warmth combined with a scent of salty ocean air and Ryan’s unique cologne surrounded her.

Yelling from downstairs jarred her. She gazed out the window to the ocean and spotted suitcases lying near the pool and Muriel bent over gathering them together. Her body language spoke volumes of her anger.

Niles wiped his palms together as if wiping dust from them and walked back into the house.

Shocked that Ryan followed through giving Muriel the boot after all the discussions to the contrary, she was elated they were free of her and headed out the door to show her gratitude when her cell rung. She slid her cell from her purse.

Got laid yet?

A grin spread across her face. Last night was amazing, but she wasn’t ready to share the details with anyone, not even Amy. The night belonged to them and she wanted to keep it that way. She typed, Go away, and settled at the desk before opening Ryan’s laptop, then waited for the screen to appear.

The phone went off again. Warren’s name came into view along with his message: Will you be home early enough to go out tonight?

Not the person she assumed would be texting her. Now, to figure out a way to say she couldn’t date him. The computer chimed and the screen brightened. Her mouth dropped and hurt settled in her chest.

A picture of Muriel kissing Ryan covered the monitor, his lips touching hers. Muriel’s body glued to his, like a second skin. Panic hit and she slumped backwards in the chair.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t lie.

A chill snaked through her and an unwanted emptiness made bile rise. Time stood still as she stared at Ryan’s lips touching the very woman he called Mutt. The person he insisted he never kissed. Her finger tapped the mouse, unsure if she wanted to see what else he hid….