LOVING BROOKE is one of the books in the Unexpected Love Series. Each of the books (Kissing Charlie, Protecting Lindsay and Adoring Stacey) features the mother of Charlie who believes she can make a perfect match. Each of the books' couples only helps to prove her belief. Eleanor pesters her potential matches until they are forced to give in. Her pushiness is why Brooke and Gavin decide to pretend a relationship. It should be simple... but things go horribly wrong.
LOVING BROOKE is now available in ebook and print. You will enjoy this compelling story about an artist (and flighty) mother and her good friend who end up head over heels in love. It can be read as a standalone, but it's so much better when you read all three of the Unexpected Love Series books!
Can two friends fake love or will their fake relationship end their real friendship?
Irritated by their families continued efforts to get them together, good friends widow Brooke Johnson and Gavin Wilson decide to fake a relationship for the next two weeks. But then Gavin kisses her, making her aware of the desires she’d suppressed for so long.
Suddenly, Brooke struggles to focus on finishing paintings for an upcoming exhibition and her simple life becomes way more complicated than before.
When a creepy gallery manager makes her life unpleasant, Gavin wants to take control of the situation and red lights flicker. Brooke had made a vow to handle her own problems rather than relying on someone. Her husband’s death had left her in the dark about finances. She couldn’t let Gavin take over but will their new romance stand up to her hands off attitude? Or will Brooke learn that it’s okay to lean on the ones you love sometimes?
But in the small town of Alisson, Montana, love will find a way.
This classic friends to lovers and fake relationship story will be sure to delight fans of Nora Roberts and Susan Mallery. Come be swept away, today, by this amazing story!
She began pacing again. “We haven’t thought this through. Oh, I like your kisses, toe-curling as I’ve said, but what about Connor? He’s desperate for a father figure in his life, and he already likes you. How will he handle our fake relationship? What do we tell him and what happens when we break up?” Out of breath, she finally stopped pacing and looked at Gavin.
He was staring at her.
She threw up her arm. “Great. You’re already sorry about the whole mess. Well, unless you run after my mother and stop her from telling another soul, everyone in Alisson will know we’re a couple before night falls.”
“So you like my kisses? Toe-curling, you call them.”
Brooke opened and closed her mouth a few times before she could string words together. “That’s all you got, from everything else I’ve said?”
He approached her slowly. “You haven’t answered my question. You liked my kisses?” By the time he’d finished speaking, they were toe to toe.
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? We have things to discuss, a contract to sign… Where is the contract, by the way?”
“I’ll answer your question when you answer mine.”
She threw both her hands in the air. “Yes, damn it, I liked your kisses. I dreamed about your kisses. Hap—?”
His mouth was on hers before she could finish speaking. His lips were warm and urgent. Within seconds, a wild torrent of passion nearly lifted her off her feet. In a desperate attempt to stay upright, she grabbed hold of his arms, but that was a mistake. Beneath her fingers, hard muscles rippled, making her already heated blood nearly boiling hot.
She shouldn’t be doing this. Kissing Gavin Wilson was such a bad idea. Enjoying Gavin Wilson’s kissing was an even worse one, but how did she stop this when it felt so incredibly right? Right?
With superhuman effort, she pulled back. They were both panting.
Quickly, she moved away and turned her back on Gavin. “That… I told you that can’t happen again!” She had difficulty getting the words out.
For long minutes, all she could hear was his heavy breathing. Or was it hers?
“Can I tell you what I think of your so-called contract?”
She turned to face him again. “You were the one who thought faking a relationship was a good idea. I agreed, but with conditions—”
He swore. Her eyes widened. She’d never heard him swear before.
Slowly, he advanced while pulling something out of the pocket of his jeans. It was the contract. He ripped it in four pieces. “This is what I think of you so-called contract.