Hovland - Blow Me Away: A Mile High Matched Novel, Book 2

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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An utterly charming opposites-attract-story. Hovland perfectly balances simmering sexual tension with a surprising amount of emotion, and the stomach-flip-causing ending is the perfect example of why I read and love romance.

- New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Layne

"I wasn't expecting to laugh as much as I did.... Anyone looking for a light, funny story will find it here in Christina Hovland's Going Down on One Knee." - Romantically Inclined Reviews

"If you are a fan of opposites attract stories that make you laugh one minute, and swoon the next, you'll not go wrong with one of her books. Well done, Christina Hovland! Very, very well done." - The Reading Cafe Reviews

"A delightful blend of witty humor and romance!" - Jenn (YeahOrNeighReviews)

"Brek and Velma. He exudes tranquility. She exudes tension. The chemistry between them is palpable without being forced." - Avidez Literary

"This is so much more than a romance novel. It literally describes how life is. You have to let go to find yourself. " - Reckless Readers

"The Honeymoon Trap is adorable, clever, funnyin short, completely charming." - Serena Bell, USA Today bestselling author of Do Over

Jase Dvornakovs abs made Heather Reese seriously reconsider swearing off men.

Almost.

Gawking at the smokin-hot florist while he had his own private dance party for one wasnt Heathers thing. She was a woman in control of her own destiny. Thats what she tried to tell herself, anyway. Still, she stared through his storefront window in the posh Cherry Creek neighborhood of Denver, Colorado. Her feet remained cemented on the sidewalk, a burst of her breath fogged against his window, and she memorized every move shirtless Jase madeinstead of opening the stupid door to step inside.

His hips thrust, shoulders rolled, andwho was she kidding? She couldnt look away. If he was going to put it all out there, she might as well appreciate the view. The man had moves. Shed give him that.

It was like watching one of her favorite game shows: Which door was she going to pick?

Shops along their street were barely starting to open; it was too early for a dance party at her friendly neighborhood flower shop. Apparently, Jaseher neighbordidnt agree.

She shook the foamy haze from her brain.

Sweet Goddess of Golds Gym, this man distracted her. She opened door number one and stepped through, stumbling over her feet only a little.

Hey, Jase. As soon as the words slipped past her lips, she knew they couldnt be heard over the music blaring through the shop.

She cleared her throat and shifted in her pink Heathers Cookie & Co. embroidered polo shirt, hopeful the man dancing across the concrete floor would pause long enough to toss a glance her way.

Not because she wanted him to glance her way but because she needed his attention. So she could give him his poster.

Advertising the senior senior prom for the nursing home where she volunteered.

Nothing more.

He didnt. Instead, he continued gyrating his hips and stuffing lilies into a wreath with a gold banner that read, In Loving Memory, Phyllis.

Jase? she called, raising her voice over the music.

Okay, that got his attention. He finally glanced her way, paused midposy thrust, and a wicked smile crept across his lips. Heather. Hey.

Her blood heated from his gaze, tingling as it swished through her veins.

Oh, for pitys sake. Her body begged her to grin back, say hey to him, and get her out of the drought that had become her dating life.

She told her body to hush. She had spent months detoxing from men and their unkept promises. Men and their unwillingness to fit her into their lives.

Okay, maybe not all men, just the ones shed dated.

There was absolutely no need to jump back in and take another hit just because Jase said, Heather. Hey. All sexy-like.

Two quick strides brought Jase to the cash register. He flicked a switch and the music zipped to a stop.

Heather gripped the stack of posters in her hands. Her brainchild. A prom for the senior citizens at a nearby retirement home. Something to get them up and moving and having a good time. Also, another distraction to prevent her from breaking her no-men rule. Sorry. I can come back later, if youd rather.

She inhaled a long breath of floral-scented air and tacked on a smile.

Dont be sorry. He scrawled something on a notepad. Nows good. I just lost track of time. Didnt hear you come in.

That would explain the dancing, and the lack of clothing. She gestured to his bare pecs and quickly glanced away to the assortment of potted cactus plants dotted along the windowsill.

Oh, ah, right. I got distracted. I work best when Im in the zone. He yanked a thin white T-shirt from under the counter and tugged it over his head.

There, much better. Sort of.

So She set the stack of posters on the countertop and tapped her fingertip against the top one. I brought you a poster for your window.

He studied her handiwork and flicked the end of a pen against his palm in time with the beat of the now turned-off music.

Prom, huh? Fun. He dropped the pen, rubbed his hands together, and locked his gaze to hers in a way that made her insides purr in anticipation.

What are things you shouldnt do for five hundred, Alex.

No men for you, Heather. Eye on thewell, the poster, in this instance.

This is at the retirement home up the street? he asked.

You know it? Of course he knew it, its not like their street was that big.

Yeah, I know it. He lifted a corner of his lips, just the one corner. Damn, that was sexy. Elvis sexy.

I volunteer there, and theyve lost a lot of residents lately. Some passed away. Some moved. So I had this idea to help drum up new business. A way to showcase the place for new seniors. Okay, she should get to the other reason shed stopped by. I wasahalso hoping you might be willing to help out with flowers? Itll be a fun opportunity for us to get to know each other better.

He stilled when she mentioned getting to know each other better.

I mean, not like that. You know. For everyone to get to know each other better. You as a business owner to get to know some of the residents. And they can get to know each other. Not for Us, she finished in her head.

Dean said youre single. Jase squinted his espresso-colored eyes in that way guys tended to do right before they dropped a mammoth pickup-line bomb. Hed never looked at her like that before, but shed witnessed his pick-up line game before. It was strong. You and your guy broke up.