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About Taken With You:
It all started at a wedding. Beckham didn’t mean to dance with Meadow. And he really didn’t mean to kiss her. But now, she’s the only thing on his mind. And when it all comes down to it, she’s the only person he can’t have.
He’ll just have to stay away from her, no matter how hard they’re pulled together.
Running away from her friend’s wedding isn’t the best way to keep the gossip at bay. But falling for the mysterious and gorgeous bartender at her friends’ bar will only make it worse. Beckham has his secrets, and she refuses to pry.
Once burned, twice kicked down, and never allowed to get up again. Yet taking a chance with him might be the only choice she has. And the only one she wants.
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You want to dance?” I asked, my voice low.
Meadow looked at me then, her eyes wide, and she smiled. She had on this jeweled green dress that hugged her curves and made her look sexy as fuck.
There were a lot of attractive women here, some showing off a lot of skin, others wearing more expensive and conservative pieces.
But Meadow was the only one I couldn’t keep my gaze off, and that’s why I’d tried so hard not to look.
“Okay. Only because it’s part of the wedding and all.”
The justification wasn’t necessary. The reasoning had been going through my mind as well.
I nodded and led her out to the dance floor.
I slid one arm around her, palm resting on her lower back while the other clasped her smaller hand in mine.
“I promise I’ll try not to step on your toes,” I said.
She raised a brow, showing me some of the fire I knew lived inside of her. “Okay, but I’m wearing high heels. I could probably hurt you more.”
I looked down our bodies to her toes and saw the same jeweled green peeking out from the bottom of her dress. I swallowed hard. Huh. Apparently, I have a thing for her feet.
“Okay, then. I guess we’ll see who hurts the other the most.”
She met my gaze, and I had a feeling we both understood the double meaning of that statement. At least, partly. But I simply smiled and started to dance.
Other couples were on the dance floor with us, so I had to pull Meadow closer to my body. She wasn’t pressed against it, but she was close enough that I could feel the heat of her. Every once in a while, my body brushed along the soft curves of hers.
We didn’t speak because there really wasn’t much to say. She always turned from me when we were around the others, and I did my best to not stare when I was around her. I didn’t know why she resisted being near me, but I sure as hell knew why I did. And I didn’t want to push. I was going to have this dance, and then I would get the hell out of here.
It would be better for both of us if I did.
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About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.
Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.