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Read Online Books/Novels:From Ice To Flames (West Brothers #2)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:A.M. HargroveLanguage:EnglishBook Information:

One Rule: No More Men.

Two years ago I walked away from a marriage I thought would last forever and all I got from it was Dick "
and I don"t mean the one between my stupid ex"s legs.
I"m talking about the one-hundred-sixty pound furry kind said ex dropped off at my doorstep.
But I"d take Dick over any man, any day.
So why did I resemble my dog, panting and drooling, whenever I ran into Hudson West, my sexy neighbor"
True, the gorgeous veterinarian was hotter than sin.
And my new roommate only made it impossible for me to avoid conversation with a man I didn"t need.
Until " some asshole decided to run Dick down.
And it was hotter than hell Hudson who came to his rescue.
Then it became impossible to ignore him.
It was only supposed to be a fling, a quickie, a one and done, I"d given into.
We both had reasons to keep it that way " my one rule and his five-year-old son.
Except things didn"t quite work out that way.
One turned into two, then three, annnnd you get the picture.
Before we knew it, he gave me a lot more than puppies and fairy tales.
I was in way too deep.
And that stupid rule"
I should"ve stuck to it because now more than my heart was at risk.

This is the second book in the West Brothers Novels. It is a complete stand-alone, full-length, contemporary romance.Books in Series:West Brothers Series by A.M. HargroveBooks by Author:A.M. Hargrove Books

Chapter One


What in the world had I been thinking" Moving away to clear my head and get Harry off my mind was one thing, but all the way to New York City" I seriously had a screw loose and knew exactly where it was. In my brain! After living my entire forty"ouch, it hurt to say that"years in suburbia, and enjoying all the conveniences it offered, I was now schlepping all over the place, running errands, and dragging groceries home in one of those silly looking carts. That is when I remembered to take the darn thing to work, which was usually never.

Which brought me to my current dilemma. My arms were loaded down with an impossibly huge number of items when my phone rang.

"Shit, shit." I dug into my pocket, juggling my bags, fingers clutching onto my lifeline.

"Hello," I huffed.

"Good Lord, Mills. Are you having sex""

"Gee, you"re so funny. I just stepped off the elevator carting a haul of groceries and I"m trying to get to my apartment door, which is approximately three hundred thousand miles away."

My sister cackled.

"This is not funny, Ellerie. Why did you let me do a harebrained thing like move up here" Not to mention I"m freezing my ancient, underused vagina off. It"s colder than hell in New York."

"Hell is hot, not cold."

"Whatever." I struggled with the phone under my chin, my bags in hand, as I fished for my stupid keys.

"And hey, moving there was your idea. I was the one who tried to talk you out of it. Remember" I was the one who moved back to Atlanta from Manhattan."

"Don"t remind me."

"Besides, your vagina isn"t ancient. You"re only forty. You"ve got a good forty years of use left in that thing."

"Yeah, well, at this rate, it"ll be frozen solid and put out to pasture before I hit forty-five."

"Ahh, come on, baby sis. It"s not that bad."

"You only say that because your husband didn"t walk away from you after almost twenty years of marriage."

Suddenly, the load I"d managed to juggle came crashing to the floor, apples rolling every which way, followed by lemons, tomatoes, and the rest of everything I"d purchased.

"What the heck was that"" Ellerie asked.

"Ugh. I just lost all my shit." Kneeling down, I gathered up the runaway items and began stuffing them back into one of the bags.

"At least it wasn"t eggs. That could"ve been a catastrophe."

"True." I was just pushing the last of the escapees in when I noticed a pair of feet in my vision. Large feet. Positive they were attached to someone, I glanced up and had to crane my neck to see exactly who owned them. And oh what my eyes beheld. Tall, brown hair, and just yum.

"Uh, Ellerie, let me call you back." Shoving myself up, I stared at the owner of said feet as he held out a jumbo box of tampons.

"I believe these belong to you."

Eyes that reminded me of a frosty blue sky on a cold winter day gazed at me with undue curiosity. But these eyes weren"t the least bit icy. They were warm. No, make that scorching. In fact, I slid a finger under the neck of my sweater because the temperature must"ve climbed to ninety degrees in here. Was that sweat on my upper lip" Oh for Pete"s sake, that was all I needed"to have a hot flash in front of this sexy guy. Wait"I didn"t have hot flashes. Was this just a heated moment of lust flaring in my deprived loins" Deprived loins" I really needed to lay off the historical romances.

"Oh, thanks." I grabbed the extra-large box of tampons from him and stared. It was more like ogled the man. Thick hair that practically begged my fingers to run through it was artfully messy, and full lips threatened to turn up into a grin. A strong jaw was balanced by chiseled cheeks, and in the middle sat a perfect nose. Oh, how I adored perfect noses. Not too big, not too small, but exactly the right size for his face. But those blue eyes were what fixated me. Jeans hugged his sexy hips and he stood with his feet slightly separated in a stance that imparted complete confidence. Then the skies parted as the heavens opened, and the sun"s rays beamed down directly into the dim apartment hallway when the man smiled. Oh, God. His perfect teeth sparkled, and I was speechless as I gawked at him. Who was this flawlessly formed human male with such an arresting face" Was it possible he lived on this floor"

"Are you okay""

His voice was like a choir of angels"hot, muscular manly angels with thick thighs and large impressive wings"not the pudgy cherubic kind with those cutesy fluffy feathers on their backs you see in those frescoes in art books. I was certain his body was honed to perfection by hours and hours of gym workouts. He was probably someone famous. Or maybe even one of those popular underwear models I fantasized over while using my favorite rabbit vibrator.


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