Title: Light Me Up
Author: Karla Sorensen
Series: Three Little Words #2
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: June 25, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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For Rachel Hennessy, it’s been an interesting six months. Boyfriend? Cheated on her. Job? She totally just got fired. Starting her own wedding planning business sounds exciting … in theory. In reality, it’s completely terrifying. And on top of all that, the freaking cherry right on top? She just had an ill-timed, alcohol-instigated one-night stand with her bff Casey’s brother, Tate. Yeah, that Tate. The one that she’s had a teensy, inconvenient crush on for years.

But nothing about it is ill-timed or inconvenient for Tate Steadman. Because he finally feels free. Free of the oppressive relationship he’d been in for the past six years. Free to pursue Rachel, because one alcohol-fueled night was not even close to enough for him. He just wished she saw it that way. Because she makes him want more than he ever knew he was capable of.

When their one night has unexpected consequences, Rachel has no clue how to trust that he’s not just trying to be ‘the good guy’ who wants to do ‘the right thing’. And even though the chemistry between them practically burns down an entire city block when they’re together, she doesn’t know how to let down the concrete wall she’s built up around herself.

The ‘mistake’ of one evening can change the trajectory of two lives, but maybe a mistake is all they really need to push them right into true love.

Light Me Up

a Three Little Words novel

by Karla Sorensen

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 25, 2015

Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs 

Excerpt

“Best get caught up, little girl. That shot isn’t going to drink itself.”

She turned towards him and arched one brow. “Little girl?”

“You’re what? Six years younger than me and about a foot shorter. I’d say that’s accurate.”

Rachel crossed her legs, and the way that they had lights mounted underneath the bar top only served to highlight her smooth skin capped by dangerous looking heels. She picked up her second shot glass, clicked it against one of his empty ones, and tossed it back. She blew out a breath and he caught a whiff of the Southern Comfort.

“I get what you’re trying to do, Tate. Be a peach and go work your mind tricks somewhere that’s not by me.”

“No tricks, I promise.”

She scoffed.

“So, what kind of shot was that?” he asked when she didn’t respond.

“It’s called a Short Southern Screw. Seemed appropriate tonight.” His confusion must have read on his face, because she rolled her eyes. “My boss … well, former boss, Deidre, is quite the southern belle. And considering my impending unemployment, I most definitely got screwed. But I’d wager a guess that you already knew that, judging by your presence at this fine establishment that you would probably normally never step foot in.”

Tate was surprised that she brought up her firing so easily. Letting her statement pass for the moment, he flagged down the bartender again, who’d moved down the length of the bar to try his luck with a pair of coeds that had parked themselves on some stools a ways down.

“And you accuse me of being judgmental. You don’t think this is my kind of place?”

She turned towards him finally, her cheeks holding a slight flush from the back to back shots. He had to shift his eyes away from her face because of how good it looked on her. Your sister’s best friend. Your sister’s best friend. He chanted it over and over in his head, to absolutely no avail.

“This is so not your kind of place. Because people only come here for two reasons: to get wasted and try to sweat out everything they’ve imbibed on that dance floor or make conversation where the most substantial thing that gets said is ‘Your place or mine?'”

Tate laughed, because she was absolutely right, and then handed the bartender his credit card, motioning for him to start a tab. He pushed a glass towards her, and picked up one of his own.

“Fair enough, I wouldn’t normally come to a place like this. I like it though, it was a good choice.” He looked around, and then landed back on where she watched him with a speculative look on her face. “What are we toasting to?”

She blinked a few times, her hazel eyes burning in the dark atmosphere. “To being pleasantly surprised.”

They clicked glasses, and the only time she moved her eyes from his was to flick down to his mouth when he lowered his empty shot glass. And he felt that look like she’d dragged a lit match down his spine.

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He needs to open up.

Jake Miller likes his life. It’s simple and quiet. Solitary. He’s taking the last thing his mother truly cared about before she died, the properties she owned, and making them his purpose. His time in the Army hadn’t allowed him to be there for her before, but this is something he can do now. Just him and his dog. Exactly how he wants it. Until her, his first tenant. With her innate openness and blinding smiles, the opposite of everything he thought he could possibly want.

She needs to grow up.

Casey Steadman has less to show for her twenty-nine years than she’d hoped. No white picket fence. No 2.5 kids. And definitely no loving husband. Just a few lukewarm relationships, an exceedingly crappy apartment, and a fabulous shoe collection (and the credit card debt to prove it). Moving into her new place is one big, high heeled step towards a new life. The stable, make-boring-mature-decisions kind of life that she needs to be able to prove to her family that she can live. What she wasn’t planning on was her hotter-than-Hades new landlord.

Sparks are a-flying, and they’re the kind that can only come from a stiletto-loving, dog-hating, budget-repelling, relentlessly optimistic, youngest of five becoming the tenant and next door neighbor to a stoically silent, slightly pessimistic, ‘my only friend is my dog’, only child and former Army Ranger. Casey and Jake are total opposites. But when they come together, it just might be true love.

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