by Jill Shalvis
Release date: June 28th, 2016
Publish by AVON
Choose the one guy you can’t have . . .
As captain of a San Francisco Bay tour boat, Pru can handle rough seas—the hard part is life on dry land. Pru loves her new apartment and her neighbors; problem is, she’s in danger of stumbling into love with Mr. Right for Anybody But Her.
Fall for him—hard . . .
Pub owner Finn O’Riley is six-foot-plus of hard-working hottie who always makes time for his friends. When Pru becomes one of them, she discovers how amazing it feels to be on the receiving end of that deep green gaze. But when a freak accident involving darts (don’t ask) leads to shirtless first aid, things rush way past the friend zone. Fast.
And then tell him the truth.
Pru only wants Finn to be happy; it’s what she wishes for at the historic fountain that’s supposed to grant her heart’s desire. But wanting him for herself is a different story—because Pru’s been keeping a secret that could change everything. . . .
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When they were alone, Finn leaned back against his desk to look at Pru, feet casually crossed, hands gripping the wood on either side of his hips. He was hot, even in a pose of subdued restraint as he watched her carefully while she sat up. “Easy, Tiger.”
“What happened?” she asked. When she struggled to stand, he pushed off from the desk, coming to her.
Crouching at her side, he stopped her, setting his hands on her thighs to hold her still. “Not yet.”
“How did I get here?”
“You fainted,” he said.
“I most definitely did not!”
His lips twitched. “Okay, then you decided to take a nap. You weren’t feeling the whole walking thing so I carried you.”
She stared at him, horrified. “You carried me?”
“That bothers you more than the fainting in front of a crowded bar?” he asked. He shrugged. “Okay, sure, we can go with that. Yes, I picked you up off the floor and carried you. Not that I don’t make sure the floors are clean mind you, but there’s clean and then there’s clean, so I brought you to my couch.”
“Ohmigod,” she gasped, “I hit you with a dart!”
He was still crouched at her feet. Close enough for her to push his hands from her and start tugging up his shirt, needing to see the damage. “Let me see. I’m a halfway decent medic—which I realize is hard to believe given I ended up on your floor—but I promise, I know what I’m doing.” She couldn’t shove his shirt up high enough. “Off,” she demanded.
“Well, usually I like to have a meal first,” he said, “and get to know each other a little bit—”
“Okay, okay.” He reached up and pulled the shirt over his head.
Pru nearly got light-headed again but this time it wasn’t the blood. He had a body that … well, rocked hers. Sleek and hard-looking, he had broad shoulders, ripped abs, sinewy pecs—one of which had a hole in it an inch from his right nipple. A fact she knew because she’d leaned in so close her nose nearly brushed his skin.
“Feel free to kiss it better,” he said.
“I’m checking to see if you’re going to need a tetanus shot!” But good Lord, she’d done this to him. She’d put a hole in his perfect, delectable bod—
“Are you going to pass out again?” he asked.
“No!” Hopefully. But to be sure, she sat back. Just for a second she promised herself, and only because replaying the night’s events in her mind was making her sweat. “First aid kit,” she said a little weakly.
“What do you need?” he asked, voice deep with concern.
“Not for me, for you!” She sat up again. “You could get an infection, we need a first aid kit!”
He blew out a sigh, like maybe she was being a colossal pain in his ass. But he rose to his feet and walked toward a door behind his desk. The problem was now she could see his back, an acre of smooth, sleek skin, rippling muscles …
He vanished into a bathroom and came back with a first aid kit, and then sat at her side on the couch. Before he could open it up, she took it from his hands and rummaged through. Finding what she needed, she poured some antiseptic onto a cotton pad and pressed it against the wound.
He sucked in a breath and she looked up at him. “Getting hit with a dart didn’t make you blink an eye,” she said. “Neither did ripping it out like a He-man. But this hurts?”
This got a low laugh out of her. She was trying not to notice that her fingers were pressed up against his warm skin as she held the cotton in place, or that her other hand had come up to grip his bicep.
Or that she was staring at his body, her eyes feeling like a kid in a candy shop, not quite knowing where to land. Those pecs. That washboard set of abs. The narrow happy trail that vanished into the waistband of his jeans, presumably leading straight to his—
“I think I’m all disinfected now,” he said, sounding amused.
With a jerky nod, she set the cotton pad aside and reached for a Band-Aid. But her hands were shaking and she couldn’t open the damn thing.
His fingers gently took it from hers. Quickly and efficiently, he opened it and put it on himself. “All better,” he said and quirked a brow. “Unless …”
“You changed your mind about kissing it all better?”
That she wanted to do just that kept her from rolling her eyes again.
He laughed softly, which she assumed was because the bastard knew exactly what he did to her.
“So,” he said. “You were right. You really do bring the fun. What’s next?”
“Hitting you over your thick head with this first aid kit,” she said, closing the thing up.
“You’re violent.” He grinned at her. “I like it.”
“You have a very odd sense of humor.” She stood on legs that were still a little wobbly. “I really am sorry, Finn.”
“No worries. I’ve had worse done to me.”
“Well …” He appeared to give this some thought. “A woman once chucked a beer bottle at my face.” He pointed to a scar above his right eyebrow. “Luckily I ducked.”
She gaped at him. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “She thought I was Sean.”
“Well, that explains it,” she said and had the pleasure of making him laugh.
His laugh did things to her. So did the fact that he was still shirtless. “Do you have another shirt?” she asked.
“One without a hole in it, you mean?”
She groaned. “Yes! And without blood all over it.” She bent and scooped up his fallen shirt. “I’m going to buy you a new one—” she started as she rose back up and … bumped into him.
And his bare chest.
“Stop,” he said kindly but firmly as his hands came up to her shoulders. “I’m not all that hurt and you’ve already apologized. It wasn’t even your fault. My idiot brother should never have allowed blindfolded darts. If our insurance company got a whiff of that, we’d be dumped.”
But Pru had a long habit of taking on the blame. It was what she did, and she did it well. Besides, in this case, her guilt came from something else, something much, much worse than stabbing him with a dart and she didn’t know how to handle it. Especially now that they were standing toe to toe with his hands on her.
Tell him, a voice deep inside her said.
Sweet Little Lies is hysterically funny with a touch of break-your-heart romance. Pru is an amazing heroine. Pru’s witty sense of humor had me laughing all the way through her romance with Finn—but there were also a few tears, too. Ever since Pru was eighteen, she’s been trying to right a wrong, even though it's not technically her wrong to make right. But Pru takes responsibility for it, of the guilt, for what happened, and she’s succeeded in all she’s set out to help—all except for one: Finn O'Riley.
Pru wants Finn to be happy, so she decides to become Finn’s “fun whisperer.” She also wants Finn to experience true love, so she makes a selfless wish at the historic fountain that promises a wish made out of desperation, with an equally true heart, will bring true love. And that's what Pru wants for Finn. Even though Pru totally fantasized about naughty, wicked things with Finn. Yeah, how can she not? The man is gorgeous, sexy and has a body she's drawn to—like the man is a Double-stuffed Oreo cookie and she needed a bite. But Finn was Pru's unicorn: not real and never going to happen.
Finn had to quit college to raise his younger brother, Sean. And being an owner of a pub leaves Finn little time for any fun, let alone a love life. Until Pru, the sexy boat captain, walks into his pub and announces she’s going to be his very own fun whisperer. That got Finn's attention, mainly because Pru already had Finn's attention in other ways than one. Pru knows she should walk away, especially with the secret she's hiding, but that amazing, heart-stopping kiss Finn laid on her blew half her brain cells and made her believe that maybe unicorns are real.
There are also lots of other great characters, which are Finn and Pru's friends. I totally love them. And their story will be coming in more of the Heartbreaker Bay series that I'm so ready to read.
Pru and Finn's romance is definitely full of laughs, heartbreaks, steamy romance and believing wishes can come true. I highly recommend Sweet Little Lies as a must read.
5 Hearts of Love for Pru & Finn
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