Reading by Deb: NEW RELEASE - CLAIMED by Laura Pavlov

Claimed by Laura Pavlov

Series: Willow Springs #5

Genre: Second Chance Romance

Release Date: January 27, 2022

BLURB

Nashville’s hottest country music star. Wedding planner extraordinaire. High school sweethearts one day and complete strangers the next.

He’s the only boy I’ve ever loved and the man I’m determined to forget.

Ty Greene promised me forever and like a fool—I believed him.

But he skipped town with a bag of broken promises and a piece of my heart.

It’s taken time, but I've put myself back together and moved on.

Now Ty’s a big country music star in Nashville and I curse his name every time his song plays on the radio.

I don’t have time to dwell on the past.

I’m too busy living my best life.

I have the job of my dreams, a dating app that never disappoints, and the best friends in the world.

Hashtag thriving.

Life is good.

But now Ty is back in Willow Springs after all these years...

Acting as if nothing has changed.

His superstar status might impress everyone in town, but I’ve put him in my rearview.

And that’s exactly where I intend to keep him.

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EXCERPT

The air shifted once we were alone. Ty stretched out his long legs, crossing them at the ankle, and then connected his hands behind his head, like he didn’t have a care in the world. His tee lifted just a bit and I tried not to let my gaze wander to the sliver of tanned abs that was on display, but I couldn’t help myself.

“So…” he said.

“So what?” I hissed, before opening my computer screen and pulling up the budget for Talia’s wedding. “Let’s get down to business.”

“Sure. Sounds good to me.”

I looked up to see him drinking me in. “Stop looking at me all smug and sex driven.”

“How does one look sex driven?” he said over his laughter.

“I don’t know, Ty. Maybe you should try looking in a mirror.”

“Come on, Ive. Stop this. Can’t we talk?”

“About the budget? Sure.” I kept my eyes trained on my screen.

He moved to his feet and came around my desk, and I swear I stopped breathing. “Fine. Let me look at the budget.” He stood behind me leaning over my chair and I squeezed my thighs together because holy hell, my lady bits do still work. Was it his scent? Was he shooting his pheromones at me or something?

“So, the total is at the bottom. Do you have issues with anything? These are the line items here,” my voice came out in a whisper, with a side of lust.

What in the hell.

You’re better than this Ivy.

“It all looks good to me.” He turned my chair, so I was facing him. “You look good. I’ve missed you something fierce.”

I narrowed my gaze and shoved back in my chair, my wheels making it easy to move away and put some much needed distance between me and the pheromone king.

“That ship has sailed, Ty. It sailed a long time ago when you disappeared from my life. So, if you don’t want to talk about the budget, then I am going to have to ask you to leave. Don’t make me call security.”

He barked out a laugh. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous. I’m annoyed. Can you not tell the difference, Mr. Country Star?”

He moved toward me, and his tongue swiped out and wet his bottom lip.

Halleluiah, mother of Mary, Lord have mercy, holy hell fire…this man would be the death of me.

“Have dinner with me tomorrow night. We can go to our favorite old place, Dean Taylors Steak House,” he said.

I gasped, let out a few appalled huffy breaths to make it clear that that was not happening. “You must be dreaming.”

“I do dream about you often.”

“I already have a date tomorrow. As a matter of fact, he and I are having dinner at Dean Taylors tomorrow night,” I said proudly as I moved to my feet and stepped further from him. I’d most definitely be taking Dr. Scotty up on his offer.

“Who is he?” he asked, and he looked so smug I wanted to slap the sexy right off his face.

“He’s a doctor. He’s opening his own veterinary practice here in town. It’s all very impressive.” I smiled and crossed my arms over my chest to calm my racing heart.

He moved closer. Invading my space once again. “What’s his name, Ive?”

“You smug bastard. His name is Dr. Scotty.” My back hit the wall and he was so close our noses were almost touching.

I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed by his gaze.

And nothing was going according to plan.