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Richards Reviews For IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS by Tory Richards FIVE ANGELS FROM FALLEN ANGEL REVIEWS! Four Cherries from Whipped Cream... The characters were fun, and real… It's All In The Jeans is a funny, sexy, and fun read filled with excitement, love and even a bit of danger. From a brush with a Hurricane named Dexter, to fighting off her ex-lover, Libby finds life with her grandmother is less than idyllic. Add to the mix, a recovering firefighter with baggage, and you have the recipe of a great read, one that will keep any respectable readier on their toes. It's All In The Jeans, by Tory Richards is not a book you are going to forget real soon, and its twists, turns, and unexpected corners will keep you turning the pages in spite of drooping eyelids or the desire to sleep. The end is surprising in its own way, and if you want a good page turner, then It's All In The Jeans is definitely the book for you. Romance at Heart Magazine The Romance Studio says... So, let me start by saying I laughed
my rear off, got lots of warm fussies, and could NOT put this book down
until it was done! A totally funny, sexy story that will sizzle and
smolder until you don't think you can take anymore.....but then surprise....you
can :) ~Seriously Reviewed Reviewer Top Pick from Night Owl Romance... ~Diana, Night Owl Romance Sample Chapter For IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS by Tory Richards “Is anything wrong, Margaret?” Logan Knight had stepped onto his grandfather’s porch to see the older woman standing at the base of the tree dividing their property, staring up toward the sky as though looking for a sign from God. He was going to leave her alone until he heard her talking. Then curiosity got the better of him. “Oh, thank goodness you came along when you did, dear,” she began in a tone that told Logan she was worried sick about something. “My granddaughter climbed up the tree to rescue my cat and now it appears she’s stuck up there too.” Logan glanced up and nearly had heart failure. Never mind that the kid had climbed high enough to break her neck if she should fall, but he was gazing at a pair of the best looking legs he’d seen in a long while. Long, shapely and tanned all over, disappearing beneath a pair of shorts that from his viewpoint didn’t do much to hide the shapely swell of her… He quickly slammed the brakes on where his thoughts were heading and averted his eyes. Damn, how old is Margaret’s granddaughter? “I’m so worried my little Libby is going to fall,” Margaret said next to Logan, drawing his attention back to her. It was about that time he noticed several nearby neighbors, including his own grandfather, heading in their direction. His glance returned to the girl in the tree, most of her body blanketed by a thick fall of red gold hair. She’d climbed higher, and higher still was the cat she was trying to rescue. He thought about his healing injuries and hesitated for only a second, and then began to climb. Saving cats wasn’t all that exciting, he’d had to do it once or twice. Experience reminded Logan that most felines came down when they were good and ready. But he couldn’t just stand by and not do anything when it involved a kid, no matter what his doctor told him. He didn’t call out to Libby as he moved closer to her, knowing that if he did he could scare her into falling. But he no sooner stopped directly beneath her when the cat spotted him and then all hell broke loose. The cat went ballistic. Logan heard the kid scream. His heart stopped when he saw her lose her balance and begin to fall backwards. He didn’t have time to waste. In a lightning fast move he shoved himself up and over her body, catching her with his own and pinning her against the tree. “I’ve got you, honey!” he rasped, grabbing the limb over their heads and bracing himself for her full weight. The impact of her slight body sent a rivet of sharp pain through him, but Logan ignored it and held fast. “Please don’t move.” He grated low in his throat and closed his eyes, fighting a wave of unexpected dizziness. He needed a moment for the pain to subside. “What? Who…” She ignored his plea, wiggling around until she was facing him. His arms effectively held her trapped against the trunk of the tree, and at that moment Logan didn’t know what was worse, having her backside against him, or her breasts. “Where did you come from?” she asked breathlessly in a surprisingly adult tone that immediately sharpened Logan’s instincts. In the blink of an eye he came to the realization that Margaret’s granddaughter was anything but a kid. The womanly curves pressed against him were a testament to that and instantly wiped away the guilt of his earlier thoughts. He tried to chuckle but it came out like a groan. “I don’t think now is the time to discuss the birds and the bees.” His eyes captured hers, and Logan was reminded of someone, though he couldn’t think who. “It’s a good thing you showed up when you did. I was about to fall.” Logan’s gaze roamed over Libby’s pretty peaches and cream complexion, sliding down her slender throat and exposed collarbone before smoothing over her nearly naked shoulders. He tried not to look but failed miserably, lowering his eyes to take in the swell of her breasts above the tank top. “Your grandmother said you were stuck up here.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts, outlined so enticingly against the tee-shirt style top, were perfectly round. Her nipples were hard little crowns, pointing at him as if accusing him for being in that state. Damn! Logan felt something hot uncoil in his gut and realized it was arousal. The feeling moved to his cock. He inhaled deeply to try and calm down but all that did was fill his lungs with her warm, subtle fragrance. “Well, I was doing just fine until you showed up and scared Rufus,” Libby pointed out, glaring up at the contented feline above them. “Thank you for saving my butt.” As if knowing the two humans were displeased with him, Rufus suddenly went into action, hissing and crying threateningly like any cornered cat. Sensing what he was about to do, Logan leaned further into Libby. Shielding her with his body and taking the brunt of the angry cat as he scampered over them, continuing down the tree. Grunting in pain, Logan closed his eyes and sucked in his breath. “Are you okay, Logan?” No, he wasn’t okay. Besides Rufus using his shoulders and back for a ladder with those sharp claws, a pain of another nature shot through his body when his chest came in direct contact with Libby’s soft breasts and those pointed little nipples. It had nothing to do with the healing scars from the serious burn he’d received several months ago and everything to do with lust. He hadn’t been with a woman in months. He clenched his teeth and tried to ignore the full-blown arousal throbbing between his thighs. “Logan?” A soft voice persisted, more concern in it than desire, which only showed that Libby was nowhere near the same state as he was at the moment. He clenched his teeth and tried to think about anything that would kill the burning rush heating his blood. Being flush against Margaret’s shapely granddaughter reminded him of that fact. It also reminded Logan why he was living there. It wasn’t just his body that needed healing. Not once in the three months he’d been at Cypress Glen had he felt the urge to have sex. But then, until now he hadn’t come across anyone under the age of sixty. “You’re beginning to scare me, Logan. I thought you were rescuing me,” Libby remarked with humor in her voice. Logan’s eyes flew open. Not because he wanted to reassure Libby, but because it suddenly dawned on him that she’d called him by name. And not for the first time. “How did you know my name?” He didn’t recall any introductions between them. Something flickered in her lovely moss green eyes. The longest, thickest lashes he’d ever seen on a woman effectively shut him out, falling against flawless skin that made him want to reach up and see if it was as smooth as it looked. “Ah, didn’t you tell me?” She didn’t sound so sure, and she wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “No.” Logan leaned away from Libby as much as he could without falling out of the tree before she became aware that he was aroused. Two nights ago at the bar down the street he’d had a woman plastered against him during a dance, and it hadn’t affected him in any way. Why now, and with her? “Well, I, ah, must have heard Gram mention you. That’s right; you’re Mr. Knight’s grandson, the fireman.” She smiled, finally raising her catlike eyes. |