Down London Road (On Dublin Street Series #2)

by Samantha Young

Overview

Johanna Walker is used to taking charge. But she’s about to meet someone who will make her lose control....

It has always been up to Johanna to care for her family, particularly her younger brother, Cole. With an absent father and a useless mother, she’s been making decisions based on what’s best for Cole for as long as she can remember. She even determines what men to date by how much they can provide for her brother and her, not on whatever sparks may—or may not—fly.

But with Cameron MacCabe, the attraction is undeniable. The sexy new bartender at work gives her butterflies every time she looks at him. And for once, Jo is tempted to put her needs first. Cam is just as obsessed with getting to know Jo, but her walls are too solid to let him get close enough to even try.

Then Cam moves into the flat below Jo’s, and their blistering connection becomes impossible to ignore. Especially since Cam is determined to uncover all of Jo’s secrets…even if it means taking apart her defenses piece by piece.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781101623503
Publisher:	Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:	05/07/2013
Series:	Scarecrow Filmmakers (Paperback) , #2
Sold by:	Penguin Group
Format:	eBook
Pages:	384
Sales rank:	16,639
File size:	904 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

Read an Excerpt

Cam sighed but gave in. “Fine. You want a cup of tea?”

I nodded and followed him into his kitchen, trying to keep my eyes on anything but his muscled shoulders and tight ass. I didn’t try very hard.

Standing by his kitchen counter, I was lost in thought about the evening ahead of us as Cam made the tea and coffee, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced toward it and nearly had full-on heart failure at the size of the spider clinging to Cam’s kitchen tiles.

“Oh, my God!” I squealed, skittering back away from it, a lump of fear in my throat the size of Canada.

“What—what?” Cam spun around, his eyes wide on me.

I stared round-eyed at the spider. “Get rid of it or I won’t be able to move.” I wasn’t kidding. I was literally frozen with fear. I don’t know where my phobia of spiders originated, but it was bad enough that we had to invest in spider repellents that plugged into the sockets in our flat.

We got the rare few spiders nevertheless and Cole always took care of them.

Cam looked from me to the spider and then back to me again. I could see the beginning of a smile start to curl the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t even think about laughing. It’s not funny.”

His gaze softened as he seemed to finally realize the extent of my fear. “Okay. Stop panicking.

I’ll get rid of it.” He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a pan.

I scowled. “What are you doing? Don’t kill it!”

Cam froze, cocking his head in bemusement as he gazed at me. “Why don’t you want me to kill it? I thought you were frightened of it.”

“I am terrified of it.” I corrected him. “But what does it say about humans as a species if we go around killing things just because we fear them?” Not anything good, that’s what.

Cam’s gorgeous eyes warmed even more and I found myself forgetting the fear and falling into his gaze.

“What?” I whispered, feeling my chest swell at the way he was looking at me. No one had ever looked at me like that before.

He shook his head. “Nothing. You just . . . Nothing.”

“Cam?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“The spider.”

He blinked a little rapidly before pinning the spider with his gaze. “Right.” He lifted the lid of the pan. “I’m not killing it. I just needed something to put it in.”

As he rescued the spider from me and me from the spider, I crammed myself into the corner of the kitchen, scared that Cam wouldn’t move quickly enough and the spider would somehow launch itself across the room at me. I had no reason to fear. Cam had the spider in the pan in record time and I watched with growing relief as he took it to the kitchen window and deposited it outside.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

Cam didn’t reply. Instead he shut the window carefully, put the pan by the sink, and turned around to gaze at me.

Suddenly the air felt electric between us, like it always did while we worked side by side at the bar. I’d done my darndest to make sure those moments were confined to the bar, trying to feign ordinary interaction outside in the real world.

Today there would be no feigning.

I held my breath at the intensity in Cam’s eyes as he slowly began to make his way toward me.

When he closed the distance that would be considered socially acceptable between two friends who both had partners, I was just about to question him, stall him, but then my breasts brushed his chest and the words got sucked right back into my mouth along with all the air in the room. I felt his hands in a gentle embrace around my upper arms, his aftershave familiar and intoxicating, and the heat of his body made mine languid. I hadn’t been able to meet his eyes, and so I was looking at his throat when he leaned in and pressed the sweetest kiss to my forehead. A yearning, deep and expanding, burst open in my chest and I melted into him, feeling his lips chase a delicious shiver across my skin. He replaced his mouth with his own forehead. I closed my eyes as he closed his and we rested against one another, breathing each other in. I was filled with such longing, a longing only intensified because I knew it was reciprocated.

“Cam,” I whispered, wanting him to pull away and needing him to never leave.

He groaned and gently slid his forehead down the side of mine, his nose skimming my cheek, following my jaw, and coming to rest in a nuzzle against my throat.

I held my breath, waiting.

His hot lips touched the skin there. One brush. Two.

And then I felt the wet, erotic touch of tongue and I shuddered, falling against him. My nipples pebbled against my thin shirt, begging him to go further.

A sharp, piercing ringtone shattered the air between us and I jerked back, coming to my senses.

Cam cursed, his jaw clenched so tight it was close to shattering. He reached for his phone on the counter beside us and then blanched as he read the caller ID. He shot me an unfathomable look.

“Becca,” he stated grimly.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

“This book had some funny dialogue, some amazingly hot sex scenes, and emotional drama. Did I mention the amazing sex scenes?”—Dear Author…

“This is a really sexy book and I loved the heroine’s journey to find herself and grow strong. Highly recommend this one.”—USA Today’s Happily Ever After blog

“Young’s voice is riveting, and once I opened the book, I wanted to hang a ‘do not disturb’ sign around my neck until I was finished. This book definitely landed on my 2012 top picks!”—Fiction Vixen Book Reviews

“This book is fun. Sexy. A little dark. While the hero is extremely dominant, he also shows his softer side just when she needs it.”—Smexy Books Romance Reviews

“Every page sizzles when these two get together, but this book is so much more than a hot romp. This book has heart—and lots of it....If you want a book that will lure you in, grab you by the scruff of the neck, and never let you go until you finish reading the last page, then On Dublin Street is the book for you.”—TotallyBooked

“Brilliantly written with just the right amount of hotness, sexiness, and romance and everything else in between.”—Once Upon A Twilight