The Colonel's Daughter
by Amy Andrews
Publication Date: August 10, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: Sign: Scorpio
Ivy Danforth is out from under her Colonel father's overprotective control, and she's making it count. Big time. She's taken the summer off to travel through Australia with her bestie and experiencing all that life has to offer—when you’re not under constant military surveillance. She wants to end her summer with some sexy fun, and she has just the hottie in mind.
Excerpt
Ivy
pulled her T-shirt over her head and wiggled gently out of her pajama shorts,
placing them
both
on the vanity. She looked at her reflection, something which she’d avoided till
this point, and eyed herself critically. Standing there in nothing but her
white cotton fig-leaf underwear it was the same as it had always been.
“Never
going to be a Flamenco dancer,” she whispered.
Even
if she did have the figure for it and
knew how to dance the damn thing, the world wasn’t ready
for Snow White the Flamenco Dancer with pink hair.
God,
her hair. Bed hair times 100. What a freaking mess.
She
raised her hand to push it back into some kind of order clipping the glass
tumbler on the way up, knocking it off the vanity. She cried out, trying to
reach it in time, but it was too late. She sprang back as it smashed on the
tiles louder than a sonic boom in the still of the night.
Ivy
froze, staring at it dumbfounded, not even the bite of tiny splinters of glass
speared into her shins registering as she stared at the mess blankly for long
moments, her heart thundering.
Shit.
Dean.
Maybe
he hadn’t heard it?
“Ivy!”
The door knob rattled. “Ivy!”
Or
maybe he had.
Ivy
scrambled to bring coherency to her thoughts. To open her mouth and say
something. Tell him she was okay. That it was just a broken glass. But nothing
seemed to come out in those confusing seconds as time slowed right down and she
watched in horror as the door came crashing in with a loud bang.
Dean
stood there like an avenging angel, his stance wide, knees bent, his fisted
hands held up and out from his body, the muscles in his forearms and biceps
coiled tight like a ninja primed to spring.
If
he was just a bouncer she’d eat her hat.
The
pain in Ivy’s hip faded away completely. Their gazes met and held briefly
before his dropped
lower,
landing squarely on her chest.
Her
very naked chest.
He
stared at it, the sound of his breathing loud in the silence, his nostrils
flaring as a tiny flicker of something lit his eyes. It looked a lot like
desire and Ivy’s nipples tingled and ruched shamelessly in blatant response
before she remembered she was practically naked in front of him and
her
common sense returned with an almighty wallop.
“Dean!”
Ivy gasped her cheeks heating as she folded her arms over her chest and turned
her back to him. “Get out!”
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