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Title: GIVE
ME FEVER
Author: Jasmine
& Arielle Lockhart
Pub.
Date: January
15, 2019
Publisher: Somewhere
On A Beach Publishing
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 278
Hotter
than a fever…
Jackson
Noveau left behind his Cajun roots to make a better life for him and his new
bride in New York City. But his drive for success drove the love of his life
away. Six years later, Jackson has the opportunity to take his hot sauce
company global. All he has to do is buy back the family farm. Unfortunately,
the new owner isn’t impressed by his handsome offer.
From
first love to fiery business rival…
Jessa
fled home to the little bayou town of Fever, Louisiana six years ago, expecting
Jackson to chase after her. He never did. Now he’s back and she has something
he wants—the farm she secretly bought. She has no
intentions of letting go of the home she loves, or the one-of-a-kind peppers
necessary for the production of Jackson’s hot sauce. At least not until she
learns Jackson holds the key to something she wants—the divorce she believed they finalized years ago.
What’s
yours is mine…
The
two strike a deal where winner takes all. If Jessa can go a week without
succumbing to the spark clearly still between them, Jackson will sign the
divorce papers. If not, Jackson gets the farm. As the ex-flames spend the week
together, things smolder hotter than a fever, but with only one winner, someone
is sure to get burnt.
Excerpt:
The
primal part of him argued that things weren’t complicated. That Jessa was still
his. And that realization struck deep. “If you want my touch so badly, I’d be
happy to grant your wish. I’m thinking a nice start would be my tongue between
your—”
Her
reflexes were no joke. Before he could finish his sentence, Jackson found
himself covered in wine. Again.
He
grabbed his napkin and did his best to blot up the red liquid coursing down his
face. “If you actually finished a glass of that stuff without throwing it on
me, you might enjoy my company a little more.”
“Even
piss-ass drunk, I wouldn’t let you do what you were about to suggest.” She
sounded truly appalled by his comment. Like he hadn’t done that on this very
table once upon a time. “Don’t act like you don’t still want me, Jessalynn.”
“Ha!
You are so full of yourself. No, I don’t still want you, Jackson. As you can
see, I want nothing more than you to be out of my house and out of my life.”
His
jaw twitched. “Feelings aren’t a light switch, Jessalynn. You can’t just turn
them off. Did you forget how you used to respond to my touch? To me? How I
could light you on fire? Should I remind you?”
“The
only feeling I have for you now is disgust.”
“Did
you also forget how well I know you? I can tell when you’re lying.”
She
put her hands on her hips and stuck her chest out. “I’m not lying, Jackson.”
“Prove
it.”
“I
don’t have to prove anything to you. There’s nothing in it for me.”
An
idea hit him. “What if there was?”
Jessa
looked at him sideways. “What?”
“Since
you’re so sure that you don’t have feelings for me anymore, then prove it. If
you can resist me for a week, I will sign the divorce papers, leave you the
farm, and be out of your life.” A week was pushing his deadline, but he’d make
it work.
“You
think I can’t go a week without tearing off my clothes and throwing myself at
you?” She laughed so hard she began holding her stomach and wiping her eyes.
“If
you think it’s that easy, you’ve got nothing to lose.”
Her
face sobered. “I’m not crazy enough to sign on for spending a week with you.”
“I’m
not going anywhere, chéri. This way, no matter what, I’ll be gone in a week.
Otherwise, I’ll leave when I’m good and ready.”
Jessalynn
grumbled and her eyes narrowed. “So, if I can make it a week without sleeping
with you, you’ll sign the papers and give up on this nonsense about buying the
farm?”
He
nodded, trying not to smile too wide.
“There
must be rules.” She twirled the stem of her empty wine glass between her
fingers. “No getting me drunk. I have to be sober for it to count.”
“That’s
fair. I don’t need you impaired to get you turned on.”
She
rolled her eyes. “And you can’t go around shirtless. Fully clothed, all week.”
“No
dice. I’ll keep my pants on, since you don’t trust yourself not to jump my
bones if I don’t, but it’s damn near 100 degrees in the daytime around here.
You’re not going to force me to wear a shirt the whole time.”
“Fine.”
“I
have some conditions of my own.”
“Like
what?”
“You
agree to let me stay here. All week. I don’t expect
you
to let me sleep in your bed, but for me to have a fighting chance, proximity is
a must.”
“No.”
He
threw his head back and wiped his hand down his face. “Come on, Jessalynn. Bend
a little.”
With
any luck at all, he’d have her bending all kinds of ways before week’s end.
“Whatever.
You stay out of my bedroom, though.”
“Alright,
but you have to promise not to avoid me during the daytime.”
“I
have work to do, Jackson. This farm doesn’t run itself.”
“I
think I know a thing or two about farm work. I’ll pitch in.”
Jessalynn
grabbed the wine and drank from the bottle. Then she took a long breath.
“Anything else?”
“No
getting off without me.”
“Excuse
me?”
“I
don’t want you taking the edge off. You’re going to be
begging
me to put my mouth and hands on you in no time. Can’t let you cheat by getting
off on your own.”
She
pushed her chair back and stood. “It’s only a week. I’m not a guy. I’ll
survive. Especially if it means getting rid of you once and for all.”
After
making her way around the table, she stuck her hand out. “We have a deal.”
He
stared at her hand for a beat, then glanced up at her. “Don’t you want to know
what happens if you lose?”
“I’m
not going to lose.”
About Jasmine and Arielle:
Jasmine and Arielle Lockhart were
born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, in a house overflowing with books,
art, and poetry scrawled on scraps of paper by the hands of their father and
mother. The sisters spent their childhood summers setting crawdad traps and
picking peaches from the three-hundred-year-old tree on their family's
plantation. On stormy nights when the power would go out in the Antebellum
home, Arielle would distract her younger sister by telling her stories. It
never took long before Jasmine's fear of the dark was forgotten and she was
butting in with her own ideas of how the story should go.
In 2017, over mint julep's on the
plantation's ivy-laden porch, Jasmine and Arielle came up with the crazy idea
to co-write a romance novel. A year and many heated debates later, the first
book in the Fever series was complete.
When she's not nagging her sister to add more
kissing scenes to their books, Jasmine is a world-traveler, living between New
Orleans and Abu Dhabi in the Middle East.
Arielle currently resides on the
plantation, where she spends her days writing and convincing Grammy Dee that
Annabelle, the housekeeper she hired three years ago, is not the reincarnation
of the young woman who hung herself in the peach tree after her fiancé failed
to return from war.
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