they should pork.
His fingers shot up, wrapping around her wrist with an unyielding grip and forcing her to stay, though he didn’t look up at her.
“Stop,” he growled.
She didn’t know what to say or do, so she stopped pulling away and stood still, waiting for him to say something else.
“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered, his voice tight and gravelly.
“For what?” she asked, hating the way her voice broke. “We never promised each other anything.”
Slowly, so slowly, he raised his head to look at her, and his eyes were shattered. Crushed. Panicked, even. “Wait. What does that mean?”
“I get it. You’re not into this anymore, so we can just—”
“I am into it,” he said, standing up, but still holding tightly to her wrist as though it was a lifeline, and he’d drift out to sea if he wasn’t holding on for dear life.
“Then what?” she whispered, staring into his eyes as she lowered the file and iPad back to the table.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he said harshly, moving around the curve of the table to pull her closer. “I don’t know how to feel comfortable with it.”
“But you want it?” she asked, wishing she could quell the wild uncertainties in his eyes.
He nodded once, covering his heart with his free hand. “I want you.”
She turned away from him, pulling him toward the back of the gallery where they could be alone. He followed her, sliding his fingers from her to her hand. In the dim, quiet light of the hallway, she turned to face him, backing him against the wall.
“Are you freaking out? Is that what this is?”
The severe expression on his face softened and he nodded.
She exhaled, breathing a sigh of relief and cocking her head to the side as she glared up at him. “Are you sure that’s all it is? Because I’m planning to make a major life change tomorrow and if you’re not into this—”
His lips crashed down on hers with a groan of gut-wrenching need, his hands landing on her hips to pull her between his legs as he leaned against the hallway wall, positioning her firmly against his body.
“I’m into it. I need you, Libitz. I want you. I’m crazy about you, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down the column of her neck as he whispered his truth in a husky, emotional voice. “I’m sorry for saying that before. I didn’t mean it.”
writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year
later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in
Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York
Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow,
Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling
~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for
a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed
set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller
list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the
list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow
Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.
In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a
result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and
mortar bookstores all over the United States.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut,
where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young
children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful
chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.