Author: Jackie Ashenden
Publisher: Entangled Indulgence
Lizzie Kent needs to forget the past. She lives in total anonymity, immersing herself in nursing to help her forget. But when a man from her previous life turns up in her clinic, the life she’s tried to create for herself may come toppling down.
Ash knows what he wants and he wants Lizzie, the girl who left him all those years ago. As Hollywood’s greatest action superstar no one says no to him, but when Lizzie refuses to acknowledge their shared past, he has to resort to a little old fashioned blackmail.
Will Lizzie revisit her past to enable her future with the man she loves, or do old wounds run too deep?
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About Jackie Ashenden:
Jackie has been writing fiction since she was eleven years old. Mild mannered fantasy/SF/pseudo-literary writer by day, obsessive romance writer by night, she used to balance her writing with the more serious job of librarianship until a chance meeting with another romance writer prompted her to throw off the shackles of her day job and devote herself to the true love of her heart – writing romance. She particularly likes to write emotional stories with alpha heroes who’ve just got the world to their liking only to have it blown wide apart by their kick-ass heroines.
She lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband, the inimitable Dr Jax, two kids, two cats and some guppies (possibly dead guppies by the time you read this). When she’s not torturing alpha males and their stroppy heroines, she can be found drinking chocolate martinis, reading anything she can lay her hands on, posting random crap on her blog, or being forced to go mountain biking with her husband.
This one might need some set up.
She swallowed. Dear Lord, she was a nurse. She’d seen plenty of naked men before. He was just one more to add to the list. In fact, why shouldn’t she look? It would serve him damn well right.
Mentally steeling herself, Lizzie let her gaze drift down his superbly muscled body. As though she was examining a patient. Keeping it entirely impersonal. Right back at you, Ash Kincaid.
“Very impressive.” She could do cool, oh yes she could. “I see those sock rumors weren’t true.”
He grinned. Shamelessly. “Sock rumors?”
“That you used socks to…uh…enhance your shape in the…um…trouser department.”
Ash laughed, the sound low and sexy. Why did he keep having this effect on her? She’d gotten over him years ago, hadn’t she?
He reached for the boxers, obviously in no hurry. “Been reading about me, have you?”
She refused to blush, flatly refused. “Bit hard not to when just about every magazine is filled with your exploits.”
“But you already know those rumors aren’t true.”
Lizzie pulled at her uniform. “Surely you don’t expect me to remember that? It was a long time ago.”
That wicked glint became even wickeder. “Are you sure? I could refresh your memory if you like.”
Yes, he probably could. Not that she was going to let him. “No, thank you,” she said crisply. “You’re my patient now. There are rules about that kind of thing.”
“I’ve never been good at following rules, you should know that.”
She did know, and part of her had always found that secretly thrilling.
What do you mean, “had”? You’re still thrilled about it.
Oh, no, she wasn’t. Bad boys were not part of her life. In fact boys in general weren’t. She didn’t have time for them. Her job was too busy and she was happy with it that way.
“Put your pants on, Ash,” she said, trying to sound bored. “The view is starting to get a little old.”
He just grinned, lazily pulling his boxers on. “So stop looking.”
“A bit difficult when you’re just about waving your butt in my face.”
“A bit difficult when you can’t stop yourself from looking at my butt, you mean.”
With an effort she managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Are we done here yet?”
“Nope.” He pulled on his jeans, his abs tensing impressively as he did up the buttons on his fly. “After I’ve gotten dressed, you’re giving me a lift home.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You know about the file breach, I’m assuming? It means I can’t stay here. And since the media presence out in front of the clinic is too big for a quiet getaway, I’m going to need to find an alternative way out of here.”
She blinked, not really processing all this. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t want any photos of this damn scar. Which means I have to leave quietly. No one’s going to be looking too closely at clinic staff leaving for the day.”
“You mean you want me to drive you to your house?”
“Sure. I’ll borrow some scrubs. Wear a cap. No one will spot me.”
Wonderful. So she wasn’t going to get any respite at all from his disturbing presence. Her day was just getting better and better. “But I’ll be noticed leaving—”
“No, you won’t. Once we get to my house, you’ll be staying.”