{"id":505170,"date":"2019-06-23T18:10:32","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T22:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=505170"},"modified":"2019-06-23T18:10:32","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T22:10:32","slug":"new-release-babyjacked-by-sosie-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/new-release-babyjacked-by-sosie-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"New Release: Babyjacked By Sosie Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Remington Marshall is the kind of gorgeous who turns a smoldering glance
\ninto foreplay.<\/p>\n

He was the man of my dreams. The love of my life.<\/p>\n

Until the day he broke my heart.<\/p>\n

Rem left town without
\nsaying goodbye, and five years passed with no phone call, no visits, no
\nexplanations.<\/p>\n

Even worse–no apology.<\/p>\n

But I never needed his sensual promises. Certainly didn’t miss his panty-twisting
\nkisses. And I survived just fine without his wicked, washboard abs…<\/p>\n

Until the day he came home.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the<\/p>\n

sexiest mistake of my past careens back into my life. When his sister falls sick, the
\nreclusive mountain man offers to take care of his two baby nieces…and he asks for my
\nhelp.<\/p>\n

I should refuse, but Rem’s struggling to pay rent to
\nSesame Street, drinking Jack and fruit juice, and reading his chainsaw manual as a
\nbedtime story. So, I agree to nanny for his adorable toddler nieces.<\/p>\n

After all, two former lovers suffocating in repressed sexual tension can be
\nprofessional, right?<\/p>\n

Nope.<\/p>\n

One stolen kiss, and I’m falling for the hunk of lumberjack again. But I won’t let anyone
\nyell Timber yet.<\/p>\n

Rem won’t tell me why he broke my heart
\nfive years ago.<\/p>\n

And, without the truth, I can’t forgive the past.<\/p>\n

But when a man doesn’t deserve a second chance…<\/p>\n

He’ll just
\nsteal her heart.<\/p>\n

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Babyjacked is the first
\nnovel in a brand new romantic comedy series by Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
\nSosie Frost! Love stand-alone romances set in a connected universe? The Payne
\nBrothers are sexy, deliciously tempting, and, like a real family–they can’t stand each
\nother. Fortunately, these small-town women know how to handle their men. Hearts will
\nheal, one romantic comedy at a time.<\/p>\n

Babyjacked is a
\ncomplete standalone! This BWWM romantic comedy is 100% safe, contains no cheating
\nor cliffhangers, and is guaranteed a heart-warming Happily Ever After.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cGive me one good reason why you can\u2019t be their
\nnanny,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d give him the best one. \u201cWe\u2019re not even going to talk
\nabout the kisses?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wrong reason.<\/p>\n

Rem\u2019s voice lowered, a dark
\nand caramel growl that layered me with regret and shivers and memories.<\/p>\n

\u201cMust have been some good kisses if you remember them after all this time.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t look at his lips. \u201cYou mean you forgot?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI made myself forget.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause thinking of that night is the reason I had to put
\nthree thousand miles of uncut wilderness and five years between us.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the
\npast twenty-four hours, this man had made my heart ache so much I considered
\npopping some of Dad\u2019s leftover beta-blockers. I wasn\u2019t about to let Rem twist me up any
\nmore.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one asked you to leave,\u201d I said. \u201cNo one told you to go. It\u2019s not<\/p>\n

heroic, Rem. It just hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood thing I\u2019m a changed man.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019d
\nnever wanted him to change, only to be honest. \u201cHow can I trust you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll
\nprove it. I got the kids. I got the bank account. The cabin. The responsibility. I\u2019m
\ndifferent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re still chasing me.\u201d<\/p>\n

His hound-dog grin should
\nhave run me up a tree. \u201cCan\u2019t blame a man for trying. It\u2019s lonely in these woods. Gets
\nreal dark and cold at night. I\u2019m looking for someone to warm me up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd
\nthat\u2019s why the answer is no. We have a history together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we?\u201d<\/p>\n

The sadness kicked me in the gut. \u201cWe might have had a history.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you
\nthink there\u2019s still a chance?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow could there be, after all that
\nhappened?\u201d<\/p>\n

He surprised me with a wink. \u201cThen what\u2019s the problem? Are
\nyou attracted to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I lied.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen work for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smoothed that beard. Easier to see his smile. Harder to resist
\nwondering how it\u2019d feel scratching all over me. \u201cWhat if I show you that this could be
\nperfectly platonic?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKiss me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I poked him
\naway with the broom. \u201cAnd what would that prove?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat there\u2019s nothing
\nbetween us,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s like leaving my credit card in the street to prove
\nthere\u2019s no thieves around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot trying to steal anything from you, Sassy.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s because there was only one thing left to give him, and I\u2019d mercifully
\navoided that roll in the hay. \u201cYou\u2019re out of your mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne kiss,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll settle it once and for all.\u201d<\/p>\n

I focused on cleaning and scrubbed my way
\ninto the kitchen, hoping my hips didn\u2019t sashay with every brush. He watched me, his
\ngaze boiling over my skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not?\u201d Rem asked.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have to
\nlie. \u201cBecause it took me five years to get over our last kiss. I can\u2019t spend the next five
\nforgetting this one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne kiss.\u201d He edged too close for me to breathe, think,
\nor defend my honor. \u201cOne little, teensy, tiny nibble of a kiss. I promise\u2014I won\u2019t even
\nmake a good one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that possible?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. I\u2019ve never
\nkissed bad before.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I can\u2019t afford the risk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor all we
\nknow, every kiss of mine becomes a five-year memory.\u201d He towered over me, leaning
\nin, his whisper playful and tempting. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just the kiss. Imagine what I could do
\nwith a touch. A lick. One night with me, and you might never forget it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr
\nforgive it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood thing I\u2019m only asking for a kiss.\u201d He bumped my chin up
\nwith his fingers. \u201cOne kiss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo prove there\u2019s nothing between us…or to
\ntorture us for the rest of our lives?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou tell me, Sassy.\u201d<\/p>\n

He
\nleaned in, capturing my lips with a playful, deliberate swipe. I gripped the broom, heart
\nraging, pounding, attempting to crash through my chest and knock my head back into
\nsanity.<\/p>\n

Heat swirled between us, suffocating me in that woodsy, fresh-cut
\npine scent. Earthy and tempting and so much more than he was before. Everything was
\nmore. His words meant more. His eyes saw more. His touch offered more.<\/p>\n

And his kiss…<\/p>\n

Conquered and overwhelmed. My body pooled into<\/p>\n

softness. A murmur accidentally parted my lips. His tongue swept in. Gentle. Teasing.
\nWonderful.<\/p>\n

His kiss was every perfect moment I\u2019d imagined in the last five
\nyears. Every flirty nibble. Every sensual bite. Every casual, quick peck people took for
\ngranted.<\/p>\n

In five seconds, he\u2019d revealed everything he might have offered in
\nthose lost five years.<\/p>\n

And I hated him for it.<\/p>\n

And I melted for it.<\/p>\n

And I was so much trouble.<\/b><\/p>\n

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Sosie Frost is no stranger to quirky, embarrassing, and wild situations, and
\nshe\u2019s channeling all that new adult angst into fun romances.<\/p>\n

From marching
\nat the high school homecoming game without her trumpet (a punishment for forgetting
\nthe instrument on the band bus), to regretfully tucking her prom dress into the back of
\nher tights before pictures, and even accidentally starting a chemical fire in the college
\nchem lab, Sosie has the market cornered on crazy stories.<\/p>\n

But hey, writing is
\na better outlet than therapy right? ?<\/p>\n

If you want funny, charming, and
\nsteamy romances, you\u2019ve found the right author!<\/p>\n

Sosie lives in Pittsburgh
\nwith her hubby, her two cats, and thrives on a near constant stream of gummy
\nbears.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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