Love in Due Time, an all-new second
chance romantic comedy from L.B. Dunbar is available now!
Naomi
Winters will be forty—soon-ish—and she’s only been with one man. One night. One
time. Long ago. She believes everything happens for a reason, and the universe
spoke about Nathan Ryder.
Nathan
Ryder isn’t the same man who hightailed his bike out of Green Valley eighteen
years ago. As a rule breaker, women are one area he acts a fool. Case in
point…the local librarian. He can’t get a read on her, but she’s one risk he’s
willing to take. Again.
What
do an eccentric librarian and a sexy silver biker have in common? More than you
think.
The
due date on their love might not be expired after all.
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Excerpt
“Naomi?” My hands cover
her shoulders, holding her steady.
“This
is all my fault.” Her eyes widen, the widest I’ve ever seen. Panic fills them.
“What
do you mean?”
“I
… I can’t believe this happened again.” Her hands come to my chest, and she
gently pushes at me. “You have to get out of here.”
“What?”
My brows pinch at the harsh tone.
“You
need to go. I can’t be near you.” Her voice struggles to stay level.
Ouch. That stings a
little.
“Why?”
I take one step back under the force of her hands.
“I
can’t be around you. This can’t happen.”
“Lady,
what are you talking about?” My voice roughens.
“Bad
things always happen after I’m with you.”
I
stiffen, straightening to my full height. My arms cross and I glare down at
her. Saying such a thing is just downright mean. Her head shakes as her fingers
curl along the open edges of my work jacket. Suddenly, I feel like she’s
tugging me to her instead of pressing me away.
What the …
“When
I’m with you, something happens. Something bad.” Her breath catches. “Because
we kissed, the library is closing.”
I
stare at her. She can’t be serious, but I see the hysteria in her eyes, like a
rabid, trapped animal. She actually believes what she says.
“Well,
we didn’t kiss,” I remind her, my tone stern and condescending. “I kissed you,
remember? And you didn’t kiss me back, so I don’t think it counts.”
She
glares up at me, her fingers still gripping my open jacket. Her shoulders fall,
her head lowers, and it’s as if I can visibly see her relax, like water
cascading down a building, washing over her.
Exhale. Settle.
Exhale. Calm.
“I
didn’t kiss you back?” she questions and then her head pops up again. She
nearly shrieks with the hesitant realization. Commence inhaling, like she’s
winding up again. Full steam ahead.
“I
didn’t kiss you back,” she repeats, her excitement growing. Another exaggerated
inhale.
“I
didn’t kiss you back!” Now, she’s just downright gloating, and the engine’s
ready to blow.
“You
don’t have to sound so pleased,” I murmur. I glance up and notice Mrs.
MacIntyre watching us through the window of the librarian’s office behind the
check-out counter. Her eyes narrow and I’m certain we’re making too much noise
for her liking.
“I
… I’m so relieved,” Naomi admits, her head falling forward, her fingers
loosening on my jacket. Then her face turns up again. Her lids lift, slow and
lazy. Her mouth curls in sweet relief, and she pulls herself up on her toes by
the open edge of my jacket and does the damnedest thing. She kisses me.
About L.B.
Dunbar
L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in
life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep
love of fairy tales, medieval knights, Regency debauchery, and alpha males. She
loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of
a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an
overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author
of over two dozen novels, she’s created sweet, small town worlds; rock star
mayhem; MMA chaos; sexy rom-coms for the over 40; and intrigue on an island of
redemption. In addition, she is earning a title as the “myth and legend lady”
for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life
include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.
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