Baby, Don't Go

by Susan Andersen

Overview

Some Rules Were Made to Be Broken

Photographer Nick Coltrane broke Daisy Parker's heart nine years ago. And now he wants to hire her as his bodyguard. She wants to tell him where he can go, but her fledgling company desperately needs the cash flow. She once broke her own rules, only to watch his sexy self run for the door. Providing round-the-clock protection for him is out of the question . . . right?

Nick needs Daisy around to keep the hired thugs who are out for his blood from actually getting it. If he can make amends for the way he screwed up nine years ago in the process, then so much the better. Except time has done nothing to dull the memory of how Daisy once rocked his world off its axis, and her cocky attitude and mouthwatering curves still have the power to turn his brain to mush.

Now two people who once were friends and used to be lovers will discover whether love and trust can come from a passion that breaks every rule.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780380807123
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	03/25/2014
Series:	Avon Light Contemporary Romances
Edition description:	Reprint
Pages:	368
Product dimensions:	4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.92(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Susan Andersen lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of a really long time and their kitty boys, Boo and Mojo.

Read an Excerpt

nine years ago

Daisy Parker gave a sigh of pleasure as the weight of Nick Coltrane's naked body pressed her into the mattress. Sweat bonded their bodies together, while his muscular arms held her tight. She could hardly believe she'd just surrendered her virginity to him-let alone with such enthusiasm. As he pressed kisses into the side of her neck, her body hummed with little aftershocks of satisfaction. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stretched with voluptuous delight.

The wedding at Grace Cathedral had been like something out of a fairy tale to Daisy's nineteen-year-old eyes, and Mo and her handsome groom had looked deliriously happy. But when Daisy arrived at the reception at the Mark Hopkins Hotel a few hours ago, she'd had second thoughts about the wisdom of attending.

She didn't belong with the throng of San Francisco's elite that crowded the Peacock Court she never had. Being thrust into their company again had driven home the fact, and she'd planned to leave as soon as she paid her respects to the bride and groom.

Until Nick had swept her off her feet and blown all rational thought clear out of her mind.

She still couldn't believe he'd greeted her like a long-lost friend and ditched the reception line to squire her around. He'd always done such an excellent job of ignoring her that the sudden attention had been like grabbing hold of the business end of a live wire-hot, terrifying, and excitingly disorienting.

There'd been a look in his eyes that she hadn't been able to define: a sense of displacement maybe, an impression of recklessness, for sure. But he'd charmed her and kept her so off balance with his touch-aguiding hand in the small of her back here, long, warm fingers wrapped around her forearm or brushing her bare shoulder there-that she'd told herself it didn't matter. He was a golden-skinned god with flashing white teeth and streaky brown hair, dancing attendance on her, snapping pictures of her from the camera around his neck, leaving her breathless, exhilarated, dizzy.

And that was before the dancing began and she got a taste of being in his arms.

When the lights went low and the music turned slow and torchy, she'd been a goner. He'd held her so closely she'd felt him from chest to knees, and he'd been warm, hard, and very happy to see her, as the old saw went. The next thing she remembered, they were in the hotel elevator and he was kissing her; then they were in this room, on this bed, and her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding, her pulse throbbing in places she hadn't dreamed had a pulse; and he'd been on top of her, inside of her; and just as the slight sting of her hymen rupturing pierced her consciousness, his slow hands and urgent hips had driven her to a place of screaming release.

And all Mama's talk about love finally made sense.

What People are Saying About This

Jennifer Crusie

Sizzling, snappy, sexy, fun.
—(Jennifer Crusie author of Welcome to Temptation)

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Lively and fun!
—(Susan Elizabeth Phillips)

Editorial Reviews

Baby Don't Go is the newest madcap and humorous romp by award-winning author Susan Andersen. Ms. Andersen has an unbeatable knack for telling great stories with loads of fun.
— Romantic Times

Jill M. Smith