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Title: GIVE ME FEVER
Author: Jasmine and Arielle
Lockhart
Pub. Date: January 15, 2019
Publisher: Somewhere On A Beach
Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 278
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes and Noble
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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