Genre: Small-Town Contemporary Romance

Touching Spencer—even for a millisecond—did things to my body. Wild things I could barely control.

I hate dentists. Except for Dr. Spencer Holland. It’s hard to hate him when he smiles at me, and those adorable crinkles appear at the corners of his big, brown eyes. I’m nervous as hell when he’s aiming sharp dental tools at me, but I’m also imagining how his lips would feel against mine. How his arms would feel wrapped around me. How our bodies would fit together perfectly.

I can’t actually have this sexy dentist though because he’s my brother’s best friend and totally off limits. Actually, Spencer is friends with all of my brothers—all five of them.

Oh, did I forget to mention I have five brothers? Five brothers who circle like me like a pack of protective wolves. Yeah, so anyway . . .

I’ve managed to hide my attraction to Spencer for fourteen years ever since he came to my rescue on my prom night. Lately ignoring my feelings for him, however, is a full-time job. One I’m failing at. Epically.

And there are these . . . moments when I almost believe Spencer wants me too. But that couldn’t be.

Could it?

I’m tired of being underwhelmed by every relationship I attempt with other guys. None of them measure up to Spencer, and it’s time I did something to make him mine.

Just don’t tell my brothers.

Rescue the Night is a small-town, brother's-best-friend, steamy, contemporary romance.

Excerpt

“Do you remember my prom night?” she asked before I could reply to her question. “When you rescued me?”

“Of course.” How could I forget it? I’d been fighting my attraction to her since then.

She put her hands on her hips. “I thought you were going to kiss me that night.”

“I wanted to.” Fuck. My brain had lost control of my mouth.

Vanessa’s right eyebrow rose over an intense hazel eye. “You did?”

“You gave me a chocolate cupcake.” I shrugged, hoping humor would get me back on level ground.

“And that made me kissable?”

My gaze swept over her and that level ground crumpled beneath my feet. “Maybe it was that purple prom dress instead.”

She chuckled then her face grew serious while my heart pounded behind my ribs. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Sometimes . . .” She bit her bottom lip, her brows lowering. “Sometimes I get the feeling there’s something here.” She motioned between the two of us. “But then I ask you to dinner and you say no. Then Hunter suggests I join you two at the baseball game and you say yes. I spend a lot of time confused around you, Dr. Spencer Holland.”

And I spend a lot of time rock hard around you, Vanessa Hartley.

“Why didn’t you kiss me that night?” she asked.

“Guess I chickened out.” And then your brother threatened me.

“And you’re still chicken.”

Something about her calling me chicken got under my skin. I was a grown man. A dental professional even. Technically, a doctor. “I am not.”

“Prove it.” She jutted out her chin, hands still on her hips. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“Fine.” The word came out harsher than I’d meant it, but she was issuing me a challenge here and I was competitive enough to accept.

Her eyes widened. Good. I loved that I’d surprised her with my reply. If she was going to throw me off balance with all this real talk tonight, I’d volley the same right back to her.

“But I get to choose where we go,” I said.

“Okay.”

“And don’t tell your brothers we’re going on this . . . this . . .” What was I supposed to call this thing we were doing together? An outing? A meeting? A super dumb decision?

“Date?”

Shit. It was a date, wasn’t it? I was going on a date with Vanessa Hartley.

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About the Author

Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees, conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight, and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.

Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.

She lives in Vermont with her husband and many woodland creatures who defend her fiercely from all evils.

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